They sat at the end of the pier, feet dangling off the end. Underneath them was the grand drop into vast sands. A red and gold world which stretched out before them. Because of this, they had covered their blue eyes with large leather goggles, protecting them completely. Lips and nose were covered by their green neckerchief.

“The caravan not here yet?”

They didn’t turn around at his words, waving at the empty space ahead of both of them. “Nope.”

He sat down next to them, but didn’t look down. His face was covered similarly. It made them hot to look at him, despite wearing the same things. “They’ll show up soon, Mic.”

They snorted, but didn’t say anything more. There wasn’t a point.

The two friends waited.