The Hatari Desert air was beginning to get hot and humid, the dryness spreading into my mouth; Turning it into sandpaper. The horse we were riding on was overall displeasing, both in scent and ride; and my four year old mind was too preoccupied with whining that I didnt notice the vein on Kains forehead about ready to pop. My advisor, my fatherhe was having a rough time as well. More then once he turned back to scold my constant whimpers and trembling, smacking the reins against the horses sweaty neck. The froth on the side of it's lips coming in mass quantities as we ventured deeper into the desert. The chafing on the sides of my thin thighs; which were barely hanging on as it, were getting more painful. Lower lip shaking, I felt my dry eyes didnt have the moisture to water up and just weepthis had to be the most idiotic thing I had ever agreed to. Father had said that we were going to see the Queen of Hatari and her son, which was my age.