The Rain Dancer's scent was easy to follow. It drew her. A longing. A yearning draw. The smolder of passion, the intimate tandem of the heart. Like the Desert would seek the Rain.
Soaked in the wet slick of water to douse the dry spell of sand.
The black river of braid snaked a black asp of a serpent to her spine. Long.
Gold.
It was the color of the silk worn.
Crimson cords.
Ba'shara would pay homage to both the Rain Dancer and her own Goldmine blessing of a name. Regal for a moment she would seem as she stood in the silent hush of Ghost Town.
The scent of Madison was everywhere... but like rose petals to lead a lover to a bed where her partner waited... the perfume of the Rain Dancer ended.
There at the once hotel. A moment of understand that this hotel was hers. A gift that was not a desert mirage.
Lost in her own thoughts she had forgotten everything around her. Every one.
A grunting sound, muffled growl of disgruntled annoyance. Brought her back to the present and away from the intimate nature of her deepest secrets, sweetest sin of thoughts.
The Egyptian smiled to the Guardian. Molten sun warms as she looked to Horam. The one to walk the road for her.
A new journey to unfold.
"We are here..."
Soaked in the wet slick of water to douse the dry spell of sand.
The black river of braid snaked a black asp of a serpent to her spine. Long.
Gold.
It was the color of the silk worn.
Crimson cords.
Ba'shara would pay homage to both the Rain Dancer and her own Goldmine blessing of a name. Regal for a moment she would seem as she stood in the silent hush of Ghost Town.
The scent of Madison was everywhere... but like rose petals to lead a lover to a bed where her partner waited... the perfume of the Rain Dancer ended.
There at the once hotel. A moment of understand that this hotel was hers. A gift that was not a desert mirage.
Lost in her own thoughts she had forgotten everything around her. Every one.
A grunting sound, muffled growl of disgruntled annoyance. Brought her back to the present and away from the intimate nature of her deepest secrets, sweetest sin of thoughts.
The Egyptian smiled to the Guardian. Molten sun warms as she looked to Horam. The one to walk the road for her.
A new journey to unfold.
"We are here..."