“Sandstream, darling, please, don’t leave!” Prism Oasis heard, coming from the tent further away. It was the tent that Oasis Sand, her fiancé, lived in. His mother was a bit weird, she always called him “Sandstream” and tried to dress him like a girl.
Oasis Sand came running out of his family’s tent, and ran towards Prism.
“What’s wrong with your mother, why did she call you that?” Asked Prism.
“Hmph, Sandstea...