The air wavered before Alex's eyes. He blinked dryly. The air wasn't so hot, but it felt as though it were sucking every ounce of energy from him. He thought jealously of Leo, stashed in the shaded back of the cart.
"Can I ride in the cart?" He breathlessly asked Paul, who sat atop the driver's box. Paul laughed heartily and shook his head.
"I'm afraid you're a tad big, Mr. Wurthens," he answered, "Unless you'd like to steer?"
"No thank you, Paul," he said with a shrug and a sigh. That only elicited another chuckle from the older man.
They hadn't traveled much further before Paul suddenly called the expedition to a halt. "Everyone take a breather, alright?" He said. Concern peeked through his usually cheerful demeanor. He jumped down from the cart and hurried over to Reid. He whispered quietly to the man, making some gestures toward the cart while the balding scribe from Majekka recorded their conversation in the pad he kept.
Despite his worry, Alex found the break to be just what he'd needed. After a quick stretch, he wandered up to the scribe, who, having satisfied his job, was resting in the shadow cast by the cart.
Alex tries to peek at the scribe's pad. Alex strikes up a conversation with the scribe.
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