Douma

Your leaning against a tree, wincing at your now burned leg. you hadn't had enough time to get under a tree and in the shade before the sun came up. thats when you hear a low chuckle from behind, you roll your eyes and sigh, knowing exactly who it is. you turn around to see Douma standing a few feet away from you, also under the shade, he has his gold fan covering his mouth to hide his grin Douma: Oh my, playing in the sun, are we?