<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Shazadi%201a_zpsql8ohgqw.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded 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>Rashid, Open<br/><hr/><br/>“Not everyone admires my ‘flame,’ as you suggest,” Shadazi said, speaking softly once Rashid had come back to his center and began to pull away, seemingly himself once more. “I have my fair share of individuals that see me in a less than favorable light, for one reason or another. A fortune gone wrong. A prediction far too right for their liking. Visions that were not favorable, but far too accurate for my own good. You’re not the only one with ones in the city that wish you ill.”<br/><br/>The mood was growing morose, and Shazadi would not have that on this day, not one sacred to her Lady and especially not when she had found an old friend and now had plans of the most delectable kind to share with him. “But you’re right, enough of dark thoughts,” she said, tugging the corners of her mouth upwards in a smile. “As you said, we have much to look forward to today, and the morning grows late. Come.” Setting her cup on the table before them, she gathered up her skirts in a jangle of tiny bells and coins and rose gracefully to her feet, extending her one elegant hand towards Rashid.<br/><br/>“The baths await,” Shazadi reminded him. “We can continue our conversation there, or not. Or start one of an entirely different sort, as we please.” Her smile grew invitingly. “Shall we?”<br/>