Snippet #2472094

Thomas looked at the sky, it was blue, for now. Menacing clouds looming in however. Was it going to rain? He couldn't tell for sure, but probably, yes. He was sitting in the sand, feeling the sand between his bare toes, it was hot, nice. Nice, though rather irrelevant. There was a slight breeze too, feeling cold, so cold that weather it was a comfortable cold or an uncomfortable cold, was much up to personal preference. Thomas did not mind or like it. The desert was remarkably cold, being a desert. It was due to the frost dragons presence, though Thomas had not yet considered this.
Those clouds... He thought while shifting his eyes around the landscape.
We need tinder, and dry wood.
He sniffed the air. Sitting still, his arms and legs were as relaxed as can be, laying naturally on the ground and on each other.
No salt in the air, no ocean, at least not nearby. How far inland are we? The night may get very cold. Hmm, yes, a fire is crucial.
Now then, shall we get started?
Most of Thomas' body was aching. His chest was especially tormenting him, broken ribs. And he was damned thirsty, and hungry. Yet he could keep perfectly composed and calm. This was due to his nature more than anything. It had been a long time since he last got truly excited, stressed or angry. A girl approached. A cute one, looking 18, wearing white. Her irises were glowing green.
She grabbed him, he did not mind so he did not object. She pulled him up onto his feet, remarkably strong for her size. This was good, since Thomas had just decided to get going.
"Thank you" he said, though not very convincingly. Then it was back to his mind.
Shelter, we'll need shelter. There was forest, and desert.
Forest or desert, where to? Not a difficult choice.
Thomas followed the creatures into the forest.
His body was hurting, he was dirty and he smelled terribly, even he himself could tell this. But this was new, and probably the best thing that had happened to him the past seven years and even he himself could tell this.
Either he dies, or he leads a different, stranger life. Both outcomes were fine by him. As he treaded the sand towards the forest, his main concern was that this was all a dream. That would be disappointing.