Recent content by Zafir

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The raven, white chested, hopped across the plane of straw thatch. A crook, and crook, and crook came from its throat, sing song and joyed. Its head ticked to let its dark eye better see those gathered down below. A clatter of its beak that seemed to agree with the golden haired stranger.

Atop a roof of a nearby hut, sat a black feathered raven, with white plumes across its chest. It quarked, and crooked, and shift their head with a tick so its gleaming eye could better see all that happened down below. Curiosity, after curiosity seemed to appear down below. An anomaly. A red...

The lips spread to wide smile. All sand, the teeth glittered with those bits of granule glass that dotted such sifted earth. "You have been told, truly, young master," the eyes rolled toward Falahmat. "The Twins, Kaveh, and Hadam still hold connections to families protected by your walls," the...

"All such things can hope to do is slow the heaven's currents, Princess," he smiled, bright and sure and without a worry. Come the harsh bang. The sound of startle that did ripple through the crowds. The hushed whispers and rustlings of jewels and beads softly set astir by the to and fro that...

A winning smile spread across Darduran's full lips, his eyes on hers as their bodies twist and twirled and shook with the shimmering sounds of the music. She spoke, and he listened, his eyes and ears drinking in all she offered, smile and step, and closeness. "What fear has the wind? For their...

It was with a turn and a spin, most perfectly timed, that Darduran, Scion of Enku, flowed across the floor with graceful steps and wind-kissed grip. His bright shimmering blue robes flared and fanned and settled as his hands took the young Lala Dune's own into their palms, gentle as a spring...

Darduran of Seluca, scion of the high merchant family, Enku. That was the name of the face he wore. A quiet, if not too serious young man, dressed in finery that was at once simple, yet expertly cut, with bits and details enough to show its worth, and a dye so blue, only a fool would think it...

The mouth of sand that was but a part of Zafir produced a raspy laugh. "History, does provide the answer, my most perceptible master, for the young, as you may know, often find attention theirs, invited or not. Dangers many, but none come more sudden then that blade hidden by schemes, thousands...

He liked this one. Generous, as she was cunning. He left the last cracker in the tin, and hopped away from her ornate box, talons clicking against the sandstone rails as the sounds of life come forth with the easing of the sun filled the air. "A promise," he said in response, his avian skull...

The lips and singular eye that were Zafir's form upon the sill smiled. Sure and pleased, with no means to hide it, singular as the entities of sand were. "I live to serve, my master," a second eye manifest below the lips, rolling into its existence shut. It stopped at the ledge of the window...

"Wise, beyond your paltry years," the voice came rumble from the raven's throat, and its beak hung open as it edged forward, short hop after short hop. He pecked up a cracker from the box, whole, then scoot away with bouncy pops. He laid the cracker down, and began to break with hard pecks until...

The white chested raven pecked at the crumbs, only to raise their head up, straight and tall, as they fixed their keen eye upon the young woman. "So it was," he confessed, and thought to himself, perhaps this child was more clever than he had originally thought. But was that not the way of the...

From the window poured the many grains of sand. Swept across countless miles until they arrived there upon the sill in a pile. Grain by grain, the pile grew. Collected. Until there was but an eye. Singular and human in its form. It turned to regard the young man who had let the wind into his...

Biscuits in the box. The white chested raven tuned its head. That was it. Crumbles were left on the ledge of the railing, and the avian skull ticked to adjust the scope of the bird's vision. Another tick up had the girl come center in the field of its eye. Black wings splayed out in long...