The quiet day seemed to startle the briar patch creatures, the thick layers of vines protected the Nomad from the harsh rays. He was sitting alone in his home, glancing around, mourning. He looked at the kettle that hasn't lost it's thick layer of dust. Or the broom that sat there reminding him of her. He gently tapped his fingers on the table that was in a thick coating of dust and sut. He gently sat up and looked at the small pebble creatures on the ground. They waved at him yet he remained sad. The day was quiet, till a scream disrupted it. It caught him quite off guard, the sudden sound alerted him and he quickly ran out of the house looking around. The tiny rock creatures also running towards the sound, He ran as quickly as he could when he stopped and spotted what it was. A orange haired girl. He blinked, it was her. He ran out yet when he blinked again it was a stranger. Her bag caught on a thorn above them, she stared at him and he returned the same blank stare.. It seemed to be one of awe yet his was one of fear. The blanket of silence was lifted when she softly spoke, ' Hello there...' She seemed to treat him like a hostile animal, slowly making her motion of standing.
He stared at her and quietly stepped back, ' What's your name?' She asked softly tilting her head, he blinked and touched his mouth and shook his head. She seemed to understand ' You can't speak... So what should I call you?' She asked stepping towards him like he wasn't a stranger. It caught him a bit off guard as he motioned for his rock creatures to come over. They did so and make a stick man, he took it's hand and looked at her, She stared before thinking ' You want me to call you... Friend?' She asked with a slight smile. Then stepped up to him, ' Well friend, my names Skout!' She chimed softly then hugged him. He froze up for a second and went to hug back yet she pulled away too fast. He became a bit sad yet adored the contact. ' So... What are these little creatures?' She asked as the rock creatures crawl up her legs and sat on her shoulders as she pulled out a book. They looked at it and quickly took it from her. They ran off as she tried to follow only for him to step in front of her, waving his arms quickly to stop her. She flinched and looked at him confused the he blinked and took a paper from her pocket. ' WANTED: NOMAD' He made a ' shocked ' look then looked up at Skout.
She looked at him and then took the paper ' Have you seen him?' She asked looking at him then squinted her eyes a bit. He quickly shook his head, afraid she would be scared of him if she knew the truth. She blinked, looked at the paper, then back at him ' Are you sure?' She asked, before shrugging and putting the paper away. ' Okay. I believe you friend.' She nods and yelped as sand began to brush on their feet, in their hair. A Sandstorm. Nomad, thinking fast, grabbed her arm and quickly began to run. He ran till they got to the small shack and he brought her inside. The sandstorm picked up. Nomad brought her to a small corner made of stone, a fireplace, he held her to his side, she was so scared. Skout held onto her friend as the sandstorm began to have brush hit the small cabin. Everytime it did she would yelp and bury her face into her Friend's shoulder. He seemed to care, gently brushing her hair out of her face and rubbing her back to try and calm her. For a mute he seemed to speak very well. He just wanted her to feel safe. Yet the sandstorm had other plans.
