@surasthana
Where did this desert come from again? Judar found himself levitating high in the sky, suspended mid-air as the vast land of dunes and wasteland spread before his eyes. Glorious and golden, shimmering dunes like the ones he remembered surrounding Balbadd. Or the many times he had summoned a dungeon in the middle of nowhere, merely following Al Thamen's instructions.
All beyond a very dry and nasty canyon. There was an unsettling feeling in the air, the wind billowing his long braid like a scorpion's tail.
Well, he was lost again.
The fallen magi narrowed his eyes and grimaced with distaste as he stared ahead, a hand against his forehead cast a shadow on his eyes. The sun was blinding and the radiance and heat made it all worse, it was supposed to be winter!
But ahead there was something distinguishable in the vastness of the desert. Green, lush vegetation? An oasis or something. It was a shimmering emerald, perhaps a mirage, and he was bored, and he didn't care. Judar was confident he could kill any beast or annoying individual who dared to cross his path.
He continued flying until he slowly descended into that strange area surrounded by lush vegetation. A house. A garden. He felt lost, it was disorienting like a mirage. He took a couple of steps into that garden, careless if he was trespassing or not.
Judar stopped next to a weird flower, not like he had seen or cared to notice many, except for the ones the princesses wore as hairpins which he would hide as entertainment.
"Huh, what do we have here?" He looked up, the desert wind carrying a stream of fluttering shapes, as if the rukh themselves were agitated. His appearence could easily belong to a citizen of Sumeru, the weightless silk, shawl and choli, the heavy jewelry and star ruby adorning his choker, but the darkness of those clothes and his nonchalant yet unsettling demeanor revealed otherwise, like some sort of twisted reflection of the Nation of Wisdom.
