<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9f/2b/0d/9f2b0d5bcb238fa2413cdb8deecaecb9.jpg)</div><br/>Ashley hadn't expected anyone to hear or answer her. She nodded in agreement. "<strong>Oh yes, I am sorry. I blame the desert for my own misery. I know there is beauty.</strong>"<br/>Ashley then listened and nodded polity. She wasn't in the mood for conversation, she rarely was, and especially not when she was miserable from the sand. She slowed a little and let him continue on. She decided to note who he was. He seemed nice enough. She hoped he wasn't one of the men joking of forcing himself on a slave girl.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted, the leader announced they'd stay at a caravansaraj. Ashley's eyes teared with joy, or perhaps it was the sand; she would finally get to rest.<br/>She couldn't help but laugh to herself. If the desert climate hadn't taught Lillian to wear more, the captain surely wouldn't.<br/><br/>