<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>Unconsciousness hovered at the very edges of her awareness, threatening to overtake her. Shazadi felt her muscles go limp, but there were strong arms there to support her and a soothing touch to ground her in the here and now. Several men swam in her vision, threatening both she and Rashid in a future they had yet to experience, but only one lived in her present. Reaching out blindly, she set one hand on his arm, fingers pressing into the firm curve of his bicep for support as the scene played out to its conclusion, knowing she could do nothing until it finally released her, praying fervently that it would allow her to wake once it was gone and not send her into a lingering blackout and force her friend to care for her. After all, who knew if he remembered where she lived?<br/><br/>“The market,” Shazadi breathed in a soft voice, as the visions began to recede. “We must be on our guard, once we leave this place.” Relaxing in his arms, she let go of Rashid’s arm, letting her hand slide over to his chest, looking up into his face to find a look of worry on his face as she opened her eyes. “Always here to catch me,” she said with a warm smile, as a thought grew in her mind. “Rashid, when you spoke of love … are you in love with me?”<br/>