<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/>“Just as I look forward to hearing them,” Shaza replied, sipping her coffee as a mixture of contentment and anticipation washed over her. “It would not be a night worthy of either of us if it didn’t,” she agreed.<br/><br/>Shazadi couldn’t help but laugh as he described the shopping habits of most women when confronted with a bazaar such as the one Sha’ib could offer. “Since when have you known me to be concerned with material things?” she asked him, glancing up at Rashid over her shoulder and causing her jewelry to jingle melodiously. “I have only the simple need for foodstuffs to feed myself and any cats that find themselves at my door, incense to burn to please my Lady and perfume for my skin, the better to please myself and those that must endure my presence. That and some oil for my lamps and my needs will be met until She calls me back out into the desert again. So, our time in the bazaar should be short. I say,” she began, running one finger around the rim of her cup, “that we bathe first, and work up an appetite, then we can buy a light lunch to carry home with us as well as what I need, to replenish us before we begin again and then venture out for a more substantial meal later. What say you?”<br/><br/>Shazadi frowned at the mention of Rashid’s ill fortune with a local wizir, a delicate knitting of her brows. This was something she hadn’t known, though once, long ago, she had foreseen trouble coming his way. “How did such a thing come to be?” she asked him, trying to keep her concern for him out of her voice, and no doubt failing. Wizirs had a way of finding their enemies and making them disappear. “Are you safe here, in the city?” She didn’t like the idea of him risking himself.<br/>