Continued from here. ___ “Emed… ” He mulled over the name, trying to connect it what scarce Shiber he knew, but came up empty. Rezon could hear the lack of mooring, though. There was no tent, no son, no history to bolster the man’s life. The loneliness of the name moved the young man toward compassion. His nature did not ask why the suffering of another should mean anything to him, it only heard and grieved. “I like Yahebah. The docks are terrible,” he smiled as if they shared a joke. “But the people are hospitable. More than here. In Ahnatep a host seeks to impress, in Yahebah to welcome.” He cast an arcing look over the city that was nestled amidst the small hills. Foundations made of bones and monuments long gone heaved the city closer to Syna. Mud brick and marble overlay were patched together, dappling the wide and high structures with glint and gold. And through it all weaved streams pressed underground until they found sloped shores. The water had traveled from Cyphrus and the red rocks to die at their feet, if any drops made it that far. Cisterns and wells were guarded better than the gates, briefly reminding the proud people of their dependence on gods and nature. Both were mercurial forces at best. “But today I am in the gold city tugging at Ovek’s fingers.” “I don’t know if it will work, Faroul,” Dimourla laughed in his memory a thrilling sound that bid one come closer. She was trying to pull herself into a saddle created to accommodate a recent injury. Everyone had asked her to stay at the palace and forgo her rambling desert rides. She scoffed at their valid concerns and cornered the nearest gadgeteer until she had precisely what she wanted. “But,” her mouth was rich with secrets and possibility, “I shall tug at Ovek’s fingers, nonetheless.” The young man bashfully bowed his head towards Faroul, remembering the setting in which he had found the man. “I’m spoiling things by staying.” Trying to mend his error he spoke a brief line of benediction for the dead in Arumenic and turned to depart. Faroul would note the use of the feminine in the young man’s phrase. Only a woman would embrace the offering of perfume. |