+Forbidden Continent: Sandy Paradise+
----Venus POV----
Riding on Gayara's back, we bypassed several sand dunes, disturbing a swarm of insects along the way.
It confuses me as to why they chose to live in a place where it might be blown away any day and be trampled on by anybody anytime.
When we passed by, they flew away as if making way for us, returning only when we are gone.
What a stubborn bunch!
If Gayara and I happen to be hungry at this time, considering that the only thing that I haven't brought in my backpack is ration, we might consider the option of turning this guys as a midday meal.
Lucky for them, we are not.
The only thing that is plaguing my mind at the moment is the surging need to clean my body off of filth.
I feel so icky, the sensation of itchiness and the cognition that I have been bathed with countless unknown microscopic lifeforms made my skin crawl.
