Priya had not planned to stop in Daymare.  Neither had she planned not to stop there.  Priya's plans were rarely more detailed than "go that way", because she rarely had reason to be in any particular place at any particular time.<br/><br/>Most Pantazians took her for a Wanderer.  They were not too far wrong: Priya herself felt many similarities between the ways of the spirit-guided nomads and her own Path.  In her experience, at least, most Wanderers were closer to Samatya-Prasada than to Samatya-Dharmayu. but that was usually no disharmony, just a harmonious diversity.<br/><br/>Priya reached Daymare as the sun approached the peak of the sky.  As usual, she was dusty but dry: it took more than a desert summer to discomfort an experienced sadhaka.  As usual, she drew curious glances from many of the people she passed by.  As usual, she politely ignored those glances, maintaining a polite smile that grew slightly wider if she chanced to make eye contact.  Even many of the usual hawkers did not address her: by her attire she was obviously an ascetic, not a potential customer.  Those who did address her received no reaction.  It had taken her some time to learn that ignoring such overtures was the harmonious way for those who had no desire to engage in commerce.  But Priya always tried to view foreign customs as delightful even when--especially when--they were discordant with those of her homeland.  Finding harmony even in discord was among the highest arts of her Path.<br/><br/>Priya was not thirsty; water was rare in the desert, but apana was abundant, and for her that served almost as well.  But Priya was also not a fool.  When she spotted a tavern, she did not turn down the opportunity to replenish her supplies.  Inside, she approached the counter and found that the taverner was engaged with another customer: a blonde woman--at least as usual as Priya herself, to Priya's surprise and delight--who carried the dressed carcass of a deer upon her shoulders, and was, if Priya understood correctly, offering that carcass for trade.  Priya kept one ear on their conversation and curiously surveyed the rest of the common room as she waited patiently for her turn to be helped.