The men left. Spencer rushed to Vivia's pouch. The glow was fainter; there was less sky dust inside now.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. He realized that he had said that enough times before. It was all his fault.
"You're forgiven," Vivia grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. "Thank God that we have at least a little left."
"Should've used the device, right?" Spencer understood.
"Yes. That's why I gave it to you, idiot," Vivia turned around swiftly, her white hair moving. "Let's go, before someone else comes and realizes we have more sky dust."
Spencer walked after her. It didn't take him long to realize that he was actually running. It was a wise thing to do, he understood.
The night had fallen, and he desperately searched for light. All he cared about now was getting to Desrid, even though he knew that they had a long way to go.
"Fine," Vivia stopped running, her hair bouncing again. "Even I want some rest now. But don't think about sleeping under the stars. It isn't as romantic as it sounds."
"Alright," he cracked up.
"We won't sleep. In such conditions, it's dangerous. Too easy to kill us at night."
"I already know that," he sat down and immediately stood up. No matter how difficult it was, the drive to get to Desrid motivated him.
He regretted going on in seven minutes. Every second, he thought he would die, but he lived and suffered. But at least the pace had slowed down to a normal walk, giving Spencer the chance to breathe.
Vivia looked like she was ready to fight that very second; her walk was confident and fast. For a moment, Spencer blinked. It felt so comfortable to close his eyes. For a few seconds, he saw nothing. Even though he wanted to stay that way forever, he forced himself to open his eyes.
He looked up at the sky. The moon was closer to setting than to rising, which made him ecstatic. Soon they would be in Desrid.
"Maybe look for sky dust?" He asked Vivia.
"I tried. Didn't you see?" She asked him, and he shook his head.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing, as usual," the idea seemed to devastate her. She looked at him, shrugged and scowled.
"Will it ever go back to normal?"
"Yes, in a couple months."
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Sky Dust
FantasySpencer's family of scholars has always been fascinated by the Dapheni, a race that populates the icy desert of the North. Dapheni, people with white hair and black eyes, are said to be able to make magical devices powered by the dust they find in t...
