Small eyes peered out at the vast scene of sand as far as the eye can see. They knew that the desert can not be trusted and that is why they watched it. All Kavashi must watch the desert the day before becoming an adult. It is a tradition passed down through many generations. They are not the first nor will they be the last to watch the desert. Nor were they the only ones to be watching. 

Green eyes flickered to the west for a moment to see another child of their age. A slender girl with her hair cut short according to the code of the warrior. To the east was a broad shouldered boy just a head bigger than themself. He is dressed as a Seeker. Seekers found water and Oases for the people. The green eyed one however was wearing the paint of a Shamen, one of wisdom. 

They turned back to the desert when the wind picked up a bit. Their eyes dart across the horizon  for the smallest of change. Then they look to the sky to see if it changed in the slightest. Every child knows the desert is a cruel place that could change in a moment. One must never leave it unwatched.

They could see clouds forming in the sky. The smell of salt in the air. "Dust Twister" they breathed out as their eyes grew big. Dust Twisters were the worst and could carry away anything in its path. They scrambled down the dunes towards the bell as the others ran for it too. They also must have seen it. "DUST TWISTER! DUST TWISTER! DUST TWISTER!" All three of them yelled as the bell rang alerting all the Kavashi people in their tribe.  

As everyone scrambled with their belongings to the caves the wind began to pick up. A whistle sound could be heard as grains of sand were pulled up off the ground. The Shaman in training stayed behind with the warrior girl to help people find caves as the sand made it impossible to see.

Soon the two youngsters were being pulled through the sand towards a whirling cyclone of sand. It was a mixture of orange, yellow, and red. Horror filled the youngsters eyes as they stared down death coming to claim them. The warrior girl acted fast and tossed the young shaman into a cave as she was picked up like a toy and taken away.

The young shawman tried to grab her hand but it slipped through their grasp and she was lost to the cyclone that called her. They too lost their sight as the sand claimed it when they tried to save her. Before darkness took them the shawman thought they saw blood colored eyes in the Dust Twister.

Just like it came it was gone as if the blood of the young warrior had sated its appetite. Little did anyone know it left what it took, a life. It wasn't  long before a cry caught the attention of the people.  A cry of a babe not a wounded person so they knew it was not the young warrior. No this was a new life left to them. 

The young warrior's parents were the first to look at what had been left to the Kavashi in return for the life that was stolen. A small babe inside some kind of basket lay where the storm had stopped.The babe was soon discovered to be a girl like the one that was lost. She looked nothing like the Kavashi, her skin was almost a red brown in color while theirs was a mud color. Her hair was the color of sand itself; theirs were black like the night. Her eyes were blue like the sky itself. For a moment she was believed to be blind. All sand people had honey, jade, or mud colored eyes.

However she was able to turn her head to follow the man and woman who peered down at her. She reached for them with babbling and giggling. "I know she is not who you lost, but if you wish you may have her."  The chief finally spoke to them. The man and woman looked at one another as if trying to speak with their minds.

"No, she is not. That is nothing she is at fault for." The man says softly touching the babe's hair. A sad smile on his face as he looks her over.

"I do think that the Dust Twister left her for us to take, Lavite." The woman says gently picking up the baby. "What do you think, do we have room for her? Nazuna has been begging for a little sibling." She says to her husband. 

"I don't  know Kiana, Nazuna is only five long nights old. He may get angry, let's ask him first." Her husband says. Kiana nodded her head.

"Alright Vorrik, I will get him." Kiana then hands him the baby before turning, walking towards the nearest cave and calling into it. "Nazuna, Nazuna come here!" She called and a small boy with curly black hair and honey eyes came out. 

"Yes momma?" Nazuna asks, tilting his head and taking her hand when his mother holds it out.

"Come see, we have something to show you." Kiana says, with a soft smile as she took her son to where her husband  and the baby were.

"I HAVE A SIBLING ?!" Nazuna cried with excitement as he bounced up and down. He got close and stared at her his excitement  bubbling. "Wait where Lashka is, she would love this." He says squeaking.

"Nazuna, Lashka was taken by the Dust Twister and it left this baby here in her place." Kiana says softly. Nazuna started to tear up a bit. 

"I will protect my little sister with my life. I was not able to protect Lashka but I will protect this little flower." Nazuna declares.

"Savari." Kiana says softly, smiling.

"Huh?" Nazuna says with tears on his face.

"Savari, little flower, shall be her name." Kiana said and Vorrik nodded with a smile.

"Welcome to the family little Savari." Nazuna says as his new baby sister begins to fall asleep in her new father's arms.