<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Nefasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zidir's establishment<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zidir, Open<br/><hr/><br/>N'ebthe took a seat at Zidir's untaken side and turned inward to face both her counterparts. Her own cup rested within her lap between her hands, occasionally reaching her plush lips for a savoring sip. There was honey amongst the tray for them to sweeten their tea if they wished but otherwise didn't bother to do so herself. However the indifferent glance Zidir had gained for the shaman told her just how much she truly believed him.<i>"You would do well to step with caution, blood wielder of Djinn. You of all must understand what consequences lie in dirtying unknown sands."</i>She warned shrewdly, a single brow lofting to accent her point before she allowed his companion to steal her attention away.<br/><br/><i>"The unique conflict with the overall pattern of a tapestry, and so they stand out as mistakes to most rather than the hints of personality shared from its weaver."</i>She did that often, it seemed - spoke in riddles and metaphors. It was something most shaman's delighted in; creating their own little world of mystery.<br/><br/><i>"His flesh was weathered from travel, his jawline decorated in the stubble of a man who cares little of what traditions say on a man's behave."</i>but what his actions do instead.<i>"His eyes are disks of silver reflecting the sky and his spirit wanders as fluidly as the prose leave his lips."</i>If she had said it with a more dreamy tone befitting a maiden it might have been thought she was in love, but she replied just as bluntly as N'ebthe ever did.<br/><br/><i>"Yes, it is true."</i>She offered Adila a small smile regardless then allowed curiosity to give her head a subtle tilt.<i>"And what of Zidir catches the eye of yourself?"</i>Perhaps it was cruel to ask the woman such a thing in the presence of the very person she was asking her opinion, would she flourish it with extra honey? Would she make a joke? How exactly would this woman respond? N'ebthe was actually curious. She always enjoyed observing the way people acted in and out of the presence of one another.<br/><br/><br/><br/>