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jawahir slunk closer with the offering of the name.
i am called jawahir, they purr, while latern-lit eyes train upon the stars.
a moment hangs between them. jawahir studies the girl, intrigued that such a fine-boned creature lived among such rough looking people.
the way their eyes settle upon arielle, to watch the curve of her throat, or the way the starlight catches on the cinnamon of her face, was the same look jawahir might give a man destined for their bed.
an ear twists when they hear the sound of movement upon the sand. it is brief; besides, whatever roams out there in the dark, arielle is far more precious, and vastly more interesting.
do you think a wish upon the stars will win success for us? the warriors of ursus and the tacticians of akashingo, united.