The sky blazed with unbearable fire, and Aasha found herself caught in the exposed, merciless open. She had taken shelted by a tiny rock, and had stretched her canvas over her just barely in time. Now she waited, sweltering in the killing heat. She was thankful for the lightness of her salwar kalmeez, designed to let cool air in. Sometimes, she stripped naked in the wasteland, so hot did it get. But she always felt uncomfortable doing so, even though she knew the chances of anyone seeing her were slim.
She found it too painfully hot to sleep, and she tried to mediate, ignore the pain of the burning air, focusing on her inner self, preforming chakras and reciting segments of the Holy Texts to herself.
In the distance, shimmering, she could make out what appeared to be camels, but she would not be fooled by such mirages. She would sit here, and wait, for the sun to pass. She checked her own water supply, compulsively, for the twentieth time. Maybe a day's rations left, if she was careful. It was going to be hard, following this northern path. Briefly, she wondered if she had done the right thing, choosing to go north instead of west when she had. But having committed to a course of action, she could not hesitate or dillydally or change courses now. If she must die here, in this baking ground without mercy, it would be as someone who never compromised their true self, who died free and content.
She allowed herself a weak smile, though even that hurt through her chapped lips.
As the sun's rays began to slide eastwards through the sky, she ended her meditation, and saw to her irritation that still, on the distance, was the shimmering outline of camels. Surely not...? She felt her heart race. Was someone else out here? Did they have water? She blinked, feeling dizzy, wondering if it was heat-stroke or dehydration or something else.
The shapes resolved, and her world seemed to -shift- impercetibly. The possible became the definite. Yes, there were camels.