Dron tried his hardest to get to sleep.
The sharp jagged rocks under him reminded him with every movement that he wasn't at home. He wasn't with Tempest.
He groaned and sprang up into a seated position. Dron looked to his wrist device and sent up anotheer prayer to the moon goddess. He swiped up and a screen illuminated in front of him. He swiped on Tempest's indicator and waited for the communicator to connect to hers.
He let his head drop as the time slipped by without any answer. He still wasn't able to get in contact with her. He knew it was normal. Knew that based on where he was there was really no way for him to get in contact with her, but that still didn't stop him from trying every once in a while. He wanted to reach out to her.
He wanted to be with her. It was all impossible.
At least that is what he knew logical. Emotionally, it felt like she was rejecting him.
