"I can't walk anymore..." A man's complaint was muffled by the clothes covering his face.
Behind him, another man hit the ground with a thud, the heat from the sand making him hiss in pain.
"Why did we have to walk? Can't she take us back in her space?" a brown-haired woman complained, her tone filled with entitlement as she fanned herself.
""There's no use talking; we're wasting our breath. While they are riding happily ahead… I blame myself for not having my own beast," someone muttered behind, his voice dripping with envy as he glanced at the cloud of dust kicked up by Eva and the others' dashing beasts.
Emotions ran high: frustration, envy, anger, and blame; the hot sun and scorching sand beneath their feet fueled the flames until some people snapped.
Aaron sensed the commotion from the air and patted his crow to fly above the crowd and investigate what was wrong.
"You pushed me! Apologize!" a thin figure yelled, stabbing her fingers at the tall man's chest.
