21. This Night is Ours
Einith
The whole tent flaps and rattles in the middle of the quiet night. The wind howls and sand flew because of the invisible force that were with us. Nobles and royalty held on to anything they thought could help them stay on the ground as sand shifted and swirled like a whirlpool. There were people screaming in panic Amira even held on to me, and I wondered what Girhoe was planning but I’m not even nervous, like at all.
The sand started dancing in front of us, showing beautiful maidens laughing and even flirting with the guests. Some of Girhoe’s glittering grey dust fell from the skies like stars and slithered around everyone like vapors.
Girhoe stands beside me, he barely looked occupied as he just stares at me.
“What?” Amira breathlessly says. Touchi
