'There were two surprising things when I opened my eyes. First, the sky is clear, well that was not the surprising thing, it was that I kept motioning my hands up and down against the sand, already forming angel wings. And no, that is still not the surprising thing. The surprising thing is, as I did this stupid thing, both of my feet were tied with a rope and I was dragged along by someone.' Malaya glanced to the man, wearing native clothing, his tunic had a colorful zigzag pattern of brown and red. And he was wearing a white loincloth.
"That's one hell of an ass," Malaya said as she was being dragged.
"Have you no sense of shame, speaking such things." A grumpy voice sounded beside her.
