Tales of the Jewel

Kezia walked toward the Ra'Shari caravan, pulling the hood of her cloak up against the cold rain.

She grimaced a bit, even though she knew that every bowl, cup, and basin the caravan would be set out to catch as much falling water as they could.

I'll be very glad of this water down the line, but for right now... not so much.

Against the backdrop of the night, desert and rain two cloaked figures make their way back toward town. One obviously shorter then the other, and both carrying large packs. They seem to be on an intercept course with the Ra'shari.

Kezia ached an eyebrow... and made sure she had ready access to her knives.

Just in case.

"Good evening, worthy souls. Not weather fit for a dog, eh?"

As they coalesce out of the shadows she would realize the shorter of the two figures is actually her size, which puts the larger into a different perspective. "Greetings Friend, I actually enjoy this weather, its a nice change of pace"

"Spoken as one who has a nice dry roof to listen to the rain fall upon when the time comes."

She smiled. She did that a lot, especially in potentially dangerous situations.

"Although there's little denying that free water is nothing to sneer at."

"Even if I were home would step out to revel in this, life from thin air" He smiles and holds out his hands, spinning in place "Though having a home to return to, does make life easier, sometimes I wonder what it is like for your people, to have no home at all"

"Ah, but we do have a home. It's just hard to see sometimes."

"As the great and glorious immortal Caliph says, Home is where your heart is" He smiles and looks up into the sky, opening his mouth to catch some of the rain,

"From her lips to Shilah's ears... been enjoying the festival so far?"

"I've missed the first couple of days, I had some business errands to run" he waves toward the desert, "I left after opening ceremonies, do you have any idea how my sponsoree has done?"