Childhood's End [D3 EA, Mekham Quarter, Expecting]
Posted: Mon May 03, 2021 6:37 pm
After some words exchanged during the second Archery event, Faruq meets Aydi at the House of the Heavens as arranged, and together they slowly make their way through the streets of the Mekham Quarter. They go through some of the many marked walls, old paintings peeling off walls, or carved murals battered by the steady assault of the time and the sand hitting them.
"I walk through these streets on a daily basis... but I haven't been back at the front of our house in some months now." Faruq's voice is steady, but carries the obvious signs of emotions held in check.
"I was thinking about the people who might remember Sakina since our last conversation. I didn't quite remember his name, as..."
His eyes brim with some pent-up anger, but he breathes deeply once, then twice, and he seems to recover his calm.
"Let's just say it's not someone I remember fondly... Yasir, I think his name was. The merchant for whom Sakina worked - most often, at least"
He looked down for a moment, his steps slowing down as they turned around what seemed to be the last corner before reaching their destination.
They got into a relatively narrow street, although it was still much wider than the usual fare in the Maze. There were some people going about their daily affairs, carrying water buckets, goods to be taken to the market, a man guiding a donkey whose saddle bags were full with seeds. Faruq stopped before a small one-story house almost fully built in coarse sandstone. Looking at it from the outside, the house probably had a single room, although there seemed to be at least enough space for a small workshop or garden at the back.
Faruq halted his steps, looking the house up and down before saying anything else. He took another deep breath.
"There are also two other girls - well, now women - that come to mind. One was a friend of her that sometimes came to our house - Maram. She had light brown hair, also curly... and I do particularly remember her bright green eyes. I've asked around for here in the neighbourhood here, but also found nobody that remembered her specifically. And then... she often mentioned a girl that helped her while working for Yasir. Yara, I think her name was. I... only remember seeing her once at the market. Silky, long black hair... and black eyes, too, I think. Her voice, also..." he seemed to think for a while, as if feeling something he had long forgotten. "I heard her talking to Sakina, that one time. Somehow, it sounded almost... satin-like. Even though she was just asking sis' where the raisins were", he says, with a silent chuckle, but soon his expression turns grim again as he nods at the door.
"So. This is the place, rafiq Aydi. As I said... I know this is not much to go on, and I don't have much hope. But if you can find something..."
He doesn't seem to find the right words to continue, and just breaks up mid-sentence.
"I walk through these streets on a daily basis... but I haven't been back at the front of our house in some months now." Faruq's voice is steady, but carries the obvious signs of emotions held in check.
"I was thinking about the people who might remember Sakina since our last conversation. I didn't quite remember his name, as..."
His eyes brim with some pent-up anger, but he breathes deeply once, then twice, and he seems to recover his calm.
"Let's just say it's not someone I remember fondly... Yasir, I think his name was. The merchant for whom Sakina worked - most often, at least"
He looked down for a moment, his steps slowing down as they turned around what seemed to be the last corner before reaching their destination.
They got into a relatively narrow street, although it was still much wider than the usual fare in the Maze. There were some people going about their daily affairs, carrying water buckets, goods to be taken to the market, a man guiding a donkey whose saddle bags were full with seeds. Faruq stopped before a small one-story house almost fully built in coarse sandstone. Looking at it from the outside, the house probably had a single room, although there seemed to be at least enough space for a small workshop or garden at the back.
Faruq halted his steps, looking the house up and down before saying anything else. He took another deep breath.
"There are also two other girls - well, now women - that come to mind. One was a friend of her that sometimes came to our house - Maram. She had light brown hair, also curly... and I do particularly remember her bright green eyes. I've asked around for here in the neighbourhood here, but also found nobody that remembered her specifically. And then... she often mentioned a girl that helped her while working for Yasir. Yara, I think her name was. I... only remember seeing her once at the market. Silky, long black hair... and black eyes, too, I think. Her voice, also..." he seemed to think for a while, as if feeling something he had long forgotten. "I heard her talking to Sakina, that one time. Somehow, it sounded almost... satin-like. Even though she was just asking sis' where the raisins were", he says, with a silent chuckle, but soon his expression turns grim again as he nods at the door.
"So. This is the place, rafiq Aydi. As I said... I know this is not much to go on, and I don't have much hope. But if you can find something..."
He doesn't seem to find the right words to continue, and just breaks up mid-sentence.