"How could you say that? How could you hold no resentment?" Cyno was glaring at her now, confused by her complete and utter stupidity. "You do realize that you have more than enough of a right to hold them accountable, correct? Why don't you forsake them? It's their fault that you couldn't live a normal life." Her expression wavered for a split second before she shook her head, placing her other hand on the one that was grabbing her wrist. "I appreciate the thought, but what would that achieve? Nothing would change if I hated them." ---- -she, known as the 'murshid of the scarlet sands,' is tasked by greater lord rukkhadevata to eternally dwell in the desert, rescuing those who have lost their way in the storm. -he, the the general mahamatra, exiled from the akademiya, wanders without a purpose. when the two are trapped in a seemingly never-ending sandstorm, new and unknown phenomena rise to the surface- as well as emotions and thoughts the two had never known.