The Last Eagle
There's the wind and the sand, there's the water and the sun, and then, when her eyes open, there's the face of a warrior. Hardened, like the steel of the warrior's sword, the face demands, "Who are you?"
Much like the sea, Avi had known this was an encounter fate had in store for her eventually. She'd hoped she'd at least have the upper hand in it.
"I get that question a lot," Avi replies, stalling, covered in sand, wet to the bone.
"People seem very curious about me, and they never seem to like the answers I give them. Maybe this time you go first."