<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirteen Monkeys Coffee House<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shazadi, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Upuaut the Unchainer, let my hands be ever free to defend your name."<br/><br/>Rashid dar-Fariq dar-Abhir dar-Bashir knelt upon the hard stone roof of the house he claimed while within Sha'Ib. His eyes closed as he tilted his face back before the wind that blew across the rooftops. A smile upon his face he continued his prayers.<br/><br/>"Upuaut the Opener of the Ways, let no door remain closed to my questing eyes, let me seek that which has not been seen, and expose it to your sight."<br/><br/>He stood with a graceful pirouette, his hands and feet flowing around his naked body with grace as he worshiped his God clad only in the raiment he had come into this world with. His hair and flesh.<br/><br/>"Upuaut The Lord of the Winds, may your fierce gales ever be at my back, propelling me to new places and new sights."<br/><br/>His body began to flow, at first a slow, rhythmic sway of movement, his hands tracing designs in the air before him as his feet moved in a precise tempo and pattern on the floor beneath.<br/><br/>"Upuaut, Who looks in dark places, let my eyes see that which others would hide from you, let my hands bear forth the torch that brings light to that which fears the blowing of the winds."<br/><br/>His speed grew with each spin of his body, his hands continued to flow in precise, measured patterns, but they were whipping by as fast as a scimitar blade in a battle. His feet flowed and spun as his body twisted like the wind, bending and swaying in harmony with a song only he could hear upon the wind.<br/><br/>"Upuaut, He Who Cannot be Shackled, may my hands burst the chains of those who have not your strength, let my might serve your will in all things."<br/><br/>His feet left the ground, his steps now carried upwards on small columns of wind and dust, each one slightly higher than the last as he flowed across the roof in an intricate dance form.<br/><br/>"Upuaut, The Celestial Wanderer, help me follow in your steps, and may your wanderings always serve to inspire mine own, as I journey the sands and the caves and the fields, all in your name."<br/><br/>His body spun like a top, his hands and feet moving in a blur with wind and sand circling around his form in a tempest.<br/><br/>"Upuaut, The Voice of the Gods, let my blade serve your dictates, mine eyes reveal those who would shackle others, and my voice decry those whom you would judge as evil, and reveal that wisdom you wish the world to discover."<br/><br/>His body slowed, the spinning, whirlwind motions slowing in the same manner in which they had accelerated, until he gently placed a foot back upon the roof, and with grace slid once more to his knees, and lowered his forehead to the roof, his eyes closed as he whispered his prayers to Upuaut.<br/><br/>As the wind died down, he regained his feet with a smile, and moved back inside to dress himself. He was not a fan of staying in one place for long, but he had just returned to Sha'Ib last night with a caravan from across the Great Dune Sea, and with money in his purse he felt he deserved a little time for leisure and the varied hedonisms one could find in civilized society. As he slid on his white tob and baggy sirwal he smiled as he contemplated what he would do first. Sliding his arms into his blue kibr with a black and blue striped aba overtop of that. As he wrapped his black turban around his head he decided coffee would be a good start to his day, who knows what he would find after that? So he attached his dagger and scimitar into his belt, it wouldn't do to be caught unprepared, and then left his home.<br/><br/>Sha'Ib was a different beast than the Dune Sea he was accustomed to traveling. He always felt off his center in the great city. Out in the wild, untamed and unknown expanses of sand, he could find his way with confidence and never doubted that he would find his way to wherever he was going. But here? No, here he was never certain. His hands laid with wrists pressed against the hilts of his blades, his eyes darting around the crowded streets, always wary of dangers from this foreign local.<br/><br/>The Bazaar was a little bit better. It reminded him of the caravansaries where the tribes would make their trades outside one another's oasis homes. Peddlers and tinkers hawking their wares, all trying to garner your attention just long enough to tempt you with some product they were certain you couldn't live without. And the pick pockets scurried among the crowd, seeking to lighten the purses of any foolish enough to be unprepared. He laughed as he watched a peddler engage in a staged argument with a colorful parrot on the rafters of his stall, scolding the beast for it's off color remarks to passerby. So it was with a smile that he stepped inside the Thirteen Monkeys, his eyes taking in the current clientele, and a laugh on his lips at the monkeys scurrying about with coffees. When he caught sight of an old, and beautiful, friend reclining upon the cushions before a low table he immediately moved towards her.<br/><br/>"Ah, Shazadi. My months in the Great Dune Sea with sand and dust stinging my eyes and parching my tongue had put me in fear of ever again looking upon the world without pain. But the sight of your beauty has quite restored my eyes, and rekindled my hope. At least now I can see without pain, all thanks to your beauty and grace." He exclaimed with an extravagent bow and a questioning motion towards the pillows beside her while his eyes danced with hidden laughter. If she showed acceptance, he would sink down beside her and kissing his right fingertips, would place them upon her cheek.<br/><br/>"Greetings Shazadi, it has been too long since my eyes were graced with your beauty or my ears with your voice." He told her in a more sincere tone before turning to order a black spiced coffee from one of the tiny waiters.