"Don't be a jerk!" She said to the man driving the truck. She rolled down the window to try to get some fresh air, but in the barren desert, there was none to be had. The driver let out a hearty chuckle, which, because of this bear-like enormity, seemed to shake the truck.
"I was a'merely kidding, Kaeyla" he responded in a merry voice. He had a way of drawing out the last 'a' in her name that was intended to be affectionate, but came across as disconcerting, and sickened Kaeyla. "Doesn't make it alright. They're people too" She responded exasperatedly, truly wishing she were somewhere else. Outside she gazed upon the sandy, salmon colored desert. She sighed, resisting the urge to yell at the Tzíja next to her and to slap him. It was a feeling she had to repress often.
"Honestly, they look a'like they've come from a gutter, and they a'talk like that too" He said with finality, as if he expected his statement would convince her. Clearly it didn't. She rebutted, "The Avaikaraians don't think so. Didn't you hear that they freed Camp 139?" The Tzíja swore under his breath and spat out the window. "Dumb birds. We'll send them a'packing back to Avaikarai soon enough" he grunted, and accelerated a little faster, making the above driver in the convoy have to do the same.
