<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/>"Humble? Me?" Rashid asked with eyes drawn wide with innocence before a smile curled his lips with a laugh. Shazadi was one of the few who viewed him as more than a simple nomad who made a living showing people the way from one place to another. He felt a great pride in his talents, and had spent most of his life making his own maps of the Dune Sea, exploring the wastes and learning their secrets. Here was one of those rare people who recognized the level of devotion he held to his craft and its worth, but Rashid had learned early in life that no one would see him as an important man, and so his laughing humility was the way he handled it all with an easy grace. When she asked him about changing allegiances he arched an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Ah, if ever a beauty could tempt a wild wanderer of the sand to become a pilgrim of pleasures and flesh, it would be you Shazadi." He told her with a smile as he gripped one of her slender hands and brought the tips of her fingers to his lips for a reverent kiss. "Alas, Upuaut still whispers in my ear with the blowing of the wind, and I fear the screams of his anger would quite ruin the pleasures I seek. But I am quite willing to give blessings to her on this holy day, especially if her seer wished to help me make the day a memorable one." His eyes danced with invitation and laughter as he met her playful gaze.<br/><br/>"A wizir for an enemy is not the most pleasant of things, I hope you managed to avoid angering her. I have to watch over my shoulder every time I come to Sha'Ib, there is a wizir here who still holds me slaying his tomb raiding offspring against me." He told her in a slightly more serious tone. As she toasted him though the smile returned to his face.<br/><br/>"I am glad that my most humble of presences can brighten your day." He said as he sipped his own coffee and tilted his body slightly more towards her so his face was facing her directly instead of side by side. Shazadi was at once a mystery and a blessing to him. She was a mystery, because he couldn't imagine living his entire life devoted to a gift of vision which he was unable to control. His blessings were the strictly controlled dances of a dirvish, something he trained for and practiced, something he controlled and dedicated to his God. But Shazadi? She was simply given what visions her goddess deemed fit, with no way to know what she would be shown or given. But she was a blessing, in that she so gracefully accepted her gift that it showed Rashid that it was possible to give up some control. More so, she did not judge him harshly as some did for his free floating lifestyle, and seemed to understand his way of looking at the world. For Rashid, every day was a fresh chance to explore the pleasures of the world, so he snatched up any and all pleasures he could get his hands on. He didn't worry about tomorrow, didn't worry if perhaps others would think he should not enjoy what he did, for Rashid it was about enjoying each moment of life, because he never knew what sandstorm would be his last. And in Shazadi he had found a friend who seemed to understand him, and that was a blessing he had been too long without.<br/><br/>"So Shazadi, just how were you planning to celebrate Tamarni's holy day? Were there any indulgences I can help you to achieve?" With a waggle of his eyebrows and a finger lightly tracing the whorling line of the tattoos on the back of her hand he smiled and flirted with the fascinating woman he hadn't seen for far too long.