i colored it ^u^

It’s 2 am and i have work tomorrow but here you go. 

@mightiestbanana Family Matters

It wasn't often that Chieftain Rhoma was drawn to this particularly corner of the desert. They made sure to keep the North Eastern gates well-supplied and well-padded, so her presence was seldom required. The last time she could recall coming for anything other than passing through herself was an earthquake that nearly destroyed their outposts.

As she whipped through the desert on the back of a seal-sled, she pondered on this occasion all the more. Nothing had changed, recently. She trusted every captain stationed there, and they usually didn't allow first years to serve at the gates.

So why, in the name of all the stars above, was she being called to help with a group of bandits? She was almost embarrassed for them ahead of time, but she knew better than to take reports at face value.

Sally, her steed, suddenly came to a halt. Were she not so attuned with her steed, she might have been thrown. As it was, she was instead able to jump off and roll to attention. Her hair was cropped too short to cause issue during the roll, but she knew her bum shoulder would be upsetting her come morning.

"What is it, soldier?" She murmured, stroking the seal's mane back before she disappeared into the sand. When she came back up, she barked loudly at one of the desert's many desert columns. Rhoma squinted at the top of the column, vaguely aware that this was one of the reported robbery hotspots.