<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/>Shazadi joined Rashid in his laughter. “So<em>very</em>humble,” she agreed, smile growing as he lifted her fingers to his lips and blessed them with a kiss equally gentle and sensuous that sent a soft shiver down her spine. Now it was her turn to remember a night spent indulging each other in the kind of worship her Goddess encouraged, savoring the feel of flesh against flesh and the sensual perfume of their skin. As he continued to speak, eyes glittering in the dappled light of the coffeehouse to compliment the open invitation of his words, her memory of their time together blossomed further in her mind. “Perhaps then, Upuaut has blown you into my path today for just such a reason,” she suggested, cat’s eyes lit with their own mischievous fire.<br/><br/>“You’ve done that and more,” Shazadi replied, settling unconsciously into the same level of comfort that the dervish was enjoying. “You’re as welcome to me here in the city as an oasis in the desert. I have missed you, Rashid. Truly. I’m glad the winds have brought you here.”<br/><br/>Chuckling softly as Rashid posed his question, Shazadi leaned back against the cushions and let her eyes watch the way his finger traced the lines of ink that decorated her hand, smile growing into a lopsided grin at the way he flirted with her so openly. Ever the charmer, her dear friend. Lifting her free hand, she set her index finger and thumb against her chin, eyes glancing at the ceiling as she pretended to give his question serious consideration. “Well,” she began, “I might have another cup of this delicious coffee, seeing as the company is so fine, and then I intend to indulge myself in a<em>luxurious</em>bath.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she said the words, simply imagining the sensation of submerging her body in water, something so rare that few Bedu ever got the chance to experience it, and might not even indulge themselves in should they have the opportunity, given that water was such a precious commodity in the deep desert. “After that, I should wander the bazaar and buy a few foodstuffs for my apartment, as no doubt the cats of Sha'ib know that I’ve returned as well as those seeking my council. I can well imagine that there is at least one feline curled up on my bed by now.” Her laugh was soft and pleasant as she imagined it. “Then I should like a meal that reminds me of home, with savory spices and which does more than fills my belly, perhaps with a friend to share it with and good conversation.”  Still smiling, Shazadi let her thumb slip over her lips, parting them just enough to bite down on the tip as she gazed over at Rashid.<br/><br/>“After that … you know what sort of offering best pleases my Goddess,” she said.  “And me.”<br/>