Now, her hands littered with tens of golden dots, wrung the cloth over her make-shift wash basin. These markings were the tell-tale sign of aging in her family, and hers told the world she has been around for twenty-two cycles. With ginger care, she replaced the folded cloth on the forehead of the stranger. The reason she had been caught in the sandstorm in the first place.
On her way home from a day spent patrolling the borders of her hometown, Avan, for animals wounded after last night's storm, she had spotted the collapsed figure deeper into the wastes. Never one to ignore a helpless creature, Juuri had rode out to it on her steed Jo'ni, a reptilian horse. The beast slept curled up deeper in the container, tired from the day of riding and soothed by Juuri's voice.
She continued humming, brushing the slick dark hair away from the stranger's face. At first glance, Juuri had believed him to be Terran, a distant cousin of Tameruian people. But the unnatural coolness of his skin perplexed her, at first giving the appearance he was dead.