The winds were roaring and the rain got heavy, striking with the earth's golden soil as Alistair entered Karma's adobe.

Petrichor hummed the surroundings with it's earthly scent, lulling the atmosphere in a dreamless sleep of satisfaction and content emotions.

The man took in the girl's trembling form, as he pulled the heavy bags of food effortlessly inside. She motioned him to follow her and he walked in the place as if he owned it.

"Why are you here?" Blue eyes were drooping low, embarrassed that Alistair had seen her in such state of vulnerability.

"Karma..." He breathed heavily as he saw her shiver from the way he called her...