In the desert of the Western Frontier of the Empire, Merksild sat inside his command tent, using the power of his Teigu to fashion a sand sculpture in the likeness of Najenda. He gently caressed the sand woman's face, ignoring the tiny grains trickling down, and gazed, enraptured, at her delicate features.
"Ah, Najenda. You shall become my consort, spending your days scraping by in endless subjugation to me..."
Merksild stuck out his tongue and gently licked the sand woman's face.
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