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    And so She rises once more...

    Sigvard loved the sight of Dawn, always had. Thus why she always made sure to gaze upon the morning as it broke through the glass panes on her topmost sanctuary, painting the walls in its warm hues. It was what told the beginning of yet another successful business day, along with having superstition attached. The Snakeling believed being up before the Sun itself brought good luck. The early bird catches the worm. Had been true in her case more than once. Of course it had a few variables, such as the bird having to be in the right place at the right time and sometimes the bird was to catch the worm anyway, no matter what the time, as was the case when it came to her premises and line of work executed within. If one was to be straight about matters. But, the saying had a lovely ring to it anyway and so she had treasured it, for there was nothing negative about witnessing a quite magnificent sunrise.

    In a light chime of her layers of silk she turned her back at the tall frame, stroking the strands that fell from under her gemmed headpiece down to the half of her back. They had taken the colour of midnight for today, having a a few shimmering beads dotting the nightsky that was her densely braided hair. Her bare feet took her through the veil that divided the room, the light that traveled through it taking a shade of red. On the other side her jeweled index reached to dab her pale lips as she took a moment to listen if there was noise to be heard. Wasn't. The music of last night had gone quiet, alike to the laughter and clink of glasses as they portrayed Joy in the lower floors of her House. A smile crept onto her features, the cold of her eyes shifting to fix upon the bronze door handle. It would be a good day. She had chosen it to be so.

    Sigvard inhaled soothingly, twisting her neck briefly from side to side before slipping her feet into the crimson slippers that rested next to the floor, forever ready. Humming a peaceful tune she left the Peak, her low heels and many trinkets narrating the floating step. A few looks were shed upon her figure as it came to the reach of the many flickering candles of the Nest, making her stop in the middle of the short balcony in search of a certain one. Was no need to browse however, for the specific delivered themselves to her before she could even think of calling out. The lady with chestnut hair bowed their head and she answered with a modest nod. Nim. That makes one out of two, wonder where was Thea. The question was hardly let out before her Favourite pointed out where the other might reside, making her gaze examine the direction given for a second. I see... Keeping up the dead silence in the murky corridor, Sigvard gestured upon Nim's form, suggesting them to get dressed, which they understood. Was no need for words, for they had been partners for years and so mastered their type of inaudible communication, something that was more than handy when one was to keep their voice down. Was too early for whispers. Whilst the lady went their way, she turned on her place and enjoyed the dark indoor view, her hands busying with the thin braids, adjusting their flowing positions.

    As the young woman returned, she brought her heavy hands together in delight, for the daily journey to the outside world could now begin. She hardly left alone, for running errands and the like was so dull without company. Mostly she had both of her Trusted with her, but since Thea was slightly... krhm... occupied at the moment, only one would have to do. The corners of her mouth pitched up a bit as her narrowed gaze took in the appearance of her companion that obediently stood before her, the eyes of a deer tilted down in humility. They seemed to be a fan of green, today a tint of mint as it seemed. It didn't play well with the reds and gold of her robes, but sure did compliment the light darks of their hair and skin. Maybe this once then, for they looked quite dashing in their gauzy attire. Even for someone that worked under her rule. Without a word she turned again, waving her hand to the one behind her to follow. Shall we then.

    There was a light breeze, quite pleasing when opposed to the air that stood still and was filled with incense. The type she spent most of her days submerged in. The Snakeling inhaled the air of the Market opening, the cool of the Night still lingering in the shades that the rising Sun slowly mutilated. Refreshing. Nim held to her wake as she sailed forward in the sea of stalls that slowly opened, her azure hues ever searching for the sunken treasures it might hold. Could be something shiny and chiming. Or breathing. Maybe all of them combined, would be even better. She didn't browse for long before she was interrupted by a sudden gasp of excitement, loud to that and belonging to someone that was supposed to be at her side. Nim... Rolling her eyes in light annoyance she straightened from examining the contents of the table before her and in a twist of her long neck she spotted the runaway lady. What were they crouching down for? They were a dozen steps away from her, thus she could not see what was it they found so interesting that close to the ground, but it intrigued her nevertheless. Hopefully it wasn't one of those stray cats. The Mothers of Time and Sky only knew what diseases and parasites those carried...

    No matter how disgusted she was by the fields her thought had carried her to, she chose to investigate the situation nevertheless. For most part because she needed to reclaim her shopping partner, who had seemed to forget about everything around them and squatted down to pet something. Judging the manner their arms moved. And the tone of their voice. As her frigate of a figure glided next to Nim, they glanced up and smiled widely and she came to notice it wasn't a cat's fur they were fondling. Was worse.

    A dog. Not the prettiest one to that, nor the cleanest. How quaint. She folded her arms and tried to form a pityful smile, not at the animal, but at her employee. Wonder why they always got so amused over homeless beings, the muddier the better.

    " Look at him, isn't he cute? I wonder if he has a home... " The lady uttered, look bouncing between the two. Here we go again. Damn, her house already was being inhabited by a quartet of canaries and parrots, along with a few cats and an emerald lizard. All of which Nim had picked up from the streets. Guess it had something to do with those persuasive doe eyes that one was unable to forbit. Her goldcoated digits tapped a tune against her embroidered sleeves in ponder as the other reached inside the pack they had gotten from the bakery before. And offered one of the cookies to the mutt. This was when the creature opened its maw in excitement over the treat, dropping something they had held between their jaws, hidden, until now. It let out a loud clink, reflecting the pale rays of the morning as it settled onto the stonefloor and making both of the women freeze in awe. Was that... A gem? Her gaze darted at the Dog, measuring. Wonder if there was a way to interrogate an animal...
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    Dawn was nice.

    Meant no one was around, usually. The humans were all tucked away in their beds, leaving the streets broad and empty, with nothing but slinking cats and the odd rogue about. No one trustworthy went 'round this early, people liked to say. Well, guess he wasn't very trustworthy, was he? That was probably true, given he'd spent the last couple of hours knocking over trash and eating it, or sneaking scraps outta the back of tavern kitchens -- that was risky, though, given some guy with a spatula was usually up at the ass of dawn, ready to slave away at meat pies. The djinn had barely escaped that one, his head still stinging where the fat dude had whacked him one.

    Was worth it for the meat pies. The dog walked with his head down, padding quietly down the street. He'd normally have his mouth open, tongue lolling happily, but his most recent acquisition had made that a bit hard. The gem felt hard and cold between his teeth, cradled awkwardly by his tongue, and the djinn hoped he wouldn't swallow it by accident. No telling what'd happen. It was shiny, and pretty, practically on display after he'd snuck into an unlocked window, and frankly, the person had a bunch of 'em. Doubt they woulda missed one. A gem like that could buy him stuff that people used -- human food, or a human bed, some new clothes… he was perfectly fine nicking all of that, but it sure made the job easier when he just had to steal one thing, sell it, and use the coins to get whatever he needed. Pain in the ass, human money.

    Still, Eldahar was Eldahar. Wouldn't suddenly change just 'cuz a djinn was walking around -- the sooner he swallowed the pill, the better. Just had to deal with the way things were, no matter how inconvenient…

    Baqi's ear flicked as he lifted his sandy-colored head, nose lifted to sniff the air. The world was a grey-and-black smear, nothing to write home about, but the smells… perfume? The unmistakeable sound of chimes and clinking drifted in the night, the swirl of silks and the scent of something delicious.

    Food? The djinn's tongue almost lolled out right then, and the dog paused, watching as two blurry figures stepped out of the darkness. One he couldn't see too well, but the other came to his senses, all milk and honey, smelling like perfume and… opiates? and fancy cloth and -- oh man, oh shit… He felt his tail thump against the ground, wagging dopily of its own accord, big eyes raised to the woman who stooped down to pet him. Aw man, that felt pretty great. Letting out a happy whine, Baqi moved to sniff the girl's hand and arm, picking up a whole banquet of smells --- Wine? Pillows? Some kind of smoke, huh? And some kinda thing he'd once sniffed on a really happy-looking guy stumbling on the streets. Definitely lho, yeah, lho. It didn't take a genius to guess she'd probably just waltzed out of a whorehouse -- not that he'd… well, he'd sorta been in one, if sneaking in while invisible counted. Wasn't like he could appear or pay for anything. He'd mostly just nicked some lho and booze, and went to town.

    When she took out the cookies, his ears shot up. The dog's eyes went wide, and before he could stop himself, his mouth lolled open, gem dropping to the ground, gaze zoned in on the pastry. Maybe some human god up there did exist, and tossed him an angel here 'n there. The djinn crunched it happily between his teeth, tail wagging madly, and almost forgot about the prize he'd dropped -- at least, until a second lady joined the first.

    Looking up, she wasn't much of a …. lady at all, least from what he'd seen -- didn't smell human, with a face like a snake and too much chiming, tall and looming and staring down at him like… Shit, shit, shit. The djinn started, realizing he'd dropped the gem, and tucked his tail between his legs, scooting away from Sigvard. What was that thing? Why was she looking at him like that? The dog whined, then minced forward, gingerly picking the gem up between his teeth. Shit, shit. Should I run? Should I not? But damn, that lady has cookies. His big, brown eyes flickered between the two women.



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    // The attire. I might have a problem. //

    Her azure look was stuck on the jewel of the same hues, a faceted sapphire the size that would fit on one's cupped palm quite smoothly. She did love everything that glimmered, yet what had caught her attention more than the shine of the gem was that of the evident conciense in the dog's eyes, reflecting to their deeds. In her Mind no ordinary animal would carry about a rock. In their mouth. And pick it up again when dropped. A shifter? Oh, the peculiarities just kept piling up on her, so very lovely. For what she could desipher from their dirty, a bit underfed appearance, they weren't too wealthy. Must have stolen the item then, so making them nothing more than another thief. An interesting thief to that, with their special skill. Mmm-hm. Her index hoisted up to dab her lips in humming ponder, the corners curling up jut a bit like she was about to execute a most vicious plan. Or maybe it was just her otherwordly face making it seem that way.

    The courtesan was still crouching down, staring at the dog. After a moment of most disturbing silence their face softened and they reached a hand to pat the mutt, carefully chiseled nails scratching the top of its head. Along with another offering of a cookie. Wonder if Dogs were allowed chocolate though, might have heard in the past about it killing them . Ah well.

    " Yes, very... cute. For a felon. " Sigvard chirped finally, her look bouncing between her valued minion and the could-be-Shifter. There was a knowing tone in her voice, a hissing weight on the last word even if she hardly despised stealing. Been there, done that, seizing things far more valuable than the breathless kind, in the past anyway. Her knees bent and she took her dignified place at the other lady's side, paying little regard to the dust that would stain her robes. If she had owned proper brows, she would have stared from under them, the glimmer in her sockets that of curiousity, maybe a bit of I-stare-into-your-soul-and-know-all-your-secrets in the side.

    " You are no ordinary Dog, am I right? " The motherly hiss resumed itself, having a sidenote of secrecy as her voice lowered. She wasn't certain of anything, only following her insticts. If there was no truth to her assumptions and the domestic was not that of self-aware, well... It hardly harmed anyone to say the least. People chatted with animals all the time.

    " It's alright, for I am not one to judge. More intrigued, just as my companion here. " Her heavy hands gestured briefly at the lady in mint who had sealed the bag of delights for now, the rustle of paper rolling from her direction. They smiled widely, maybe in false agreement for they were used to be on her side to make things more fluent. To enhance the persuation, so to say. Two gorgeous was always better than just one, right? Along with Nim's normal looks being way less unsettling as hers, was a downer to some. She didn't quite understand why.

    " I would like to speak to you, thus... May I request you to drop the disguise? Maybe? It isn't like there are some watching. " She took the bag from Nim's hands gently, them nodding their head and straightening up from the squatted position, whilst Sigvard remained. Accompanied by a little arch of her lips she extended the bakery goods to her eye level, giving a little shake as her hues inclined to it.

    " We got cookies. And I can buy that gem off your hands. " Or mouth, what ever fits you...
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    After that awkward pause, he was more than happy to hunker down and let the pretty courtesan scratch his ears again -- though the offer of the cookie didn't fool him this time, no matter how much he wanted to drop the gem and snap up the pastry. No, Baqi. Focus, man, focus. His tail reluctantly lifted, wagged hesitantly -- but his eyes were still fixed on the strange snakeling. Shit. She looked like some kinda sorceress, or evil queen -- was she some kinda funny royal? Shit, did Ashoka even have a queen? He racked his mind, cocking his sandy head.

    Yes, very cute… for a felon.

    Baqi froze, ears pulled back, tail stilling and retreating back between his legs. Shit. What? How did she know? He couldn't bear to look into that inhuman gaze for long -- it felt like she was reading his mind, prizing apart his skull to pick around inside. When she knelt, the dog tensed, hair bristling on his neck, poised to bolt off into the nearest alleyway. Shit, shit, shit. Finally, he couldn't bear to stare at her any longer, gaze dropping somewhere on the cobblestones, the guilt clear as day. Damn it! His tail wagged mirthlessly, swinging low to the ground, his lip peeling and jumping from his teeth. He didn't bolt outright, if only for the other lady's sweet looks and pleasant smile. Intrigued, huh..? His eyes flickered between the two of them.

    Wasn't like there were any guards around… right? Baqi paused to sniff the air, ears tilted for the tell-tale clatter of metal and reek of sweat, the unmistakeable scent of Ashokan sentries. But… nothing. Just that perfume, and that lho stuff. Reluctantly, the dog sat down, legs splayed, and cocked his head further, chewing over the decision. His eyes went wide at the mention of buying -- and, well, cookies were a perk, eh? He stared at Nim for a long moment, suddenly embarrassed at the notion of turning into a human and -- well. He needed coins for a reason…

    The air shimmered around Baqi, wavering like a mirage -- the image of a man bled into existence. The dog's splayed legs became tattered pants, ending in dirty feet; the fur vanished to reveal a man's bare chest, and the dog's dopey expression became an equally innocent stare on a man's face, gem still clenched in his teeth. The djinn stood and spat the sapphire into his palm with an embarrassed grimace, snatching it up in dirty fingers.

    "Ta-daaa?" A nervous grin hung on his tan, dirty face, a half-moon caught in stubble. His eyebrows furrowed, lifted nervously, and he whipped up another hand to scratch his messy hair, bare heel digging into the cobblestones. "You've got some eyes, lady," the djinn coughed, spinning the gem around between his fingers. "Not many people… well, y'know." He found his voice faltering, wavering under her flat, inhuman stare. His brown eyes flicked to the cookies instead, then lingered on Nim's friendly face. "You can keep scratching my head if you want," he blurted out jokingly, without thinking, and almost lolled his tongue out at her, stopping himself last minute. Shit. Dude. Did you say that out loud? It was hard to switch right back and forth like that -- sometimes, things carried over, and… well.

    He scratched his beard, awkwardly looking back and forth between the two women.
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    Little Doggy is nervous, huh?

    Sigvard blinked, awaiting a type of response. In the end, she did get one, sort of. The reactions her words caused were enough to assure her that there were actual thoughts rattling in the Dog's litte head. The brief terrified stare had been somewhat amusing. Giving them time to ponder on her request, she straightened up from the ground and gave her silken hems a smoothening stroke. She held the bag of cookies measuringly on one palm, weighing and eyeing it like it was some sinful soul, other hand resting on her waist. A hum escaped her throat when the azure returned to examine the Dog. Wonder if the amount of cookies was equivalent to the number of requests made. Or could the presence of her Lady of the trade bend the exchange a bit. Hopefully. Besides, she was yet to meet a person who didn't like... Strokes. When executed by a pretty girl.

    Magnificent...

    Her hues darted to the Shifter as the air flickered, a tad bit malevolently pleased grin creeping onto her features as the change took place. It wasn't as flashy as some she had witnessed, with blinding lights and circling pearlescents, but quite a sight nevertheless. She wasn't one of Magic, thus she had always admired the likes that could execute the type of miracles as the one that was before her. The power was foreign and distant to her, but she had never felt frightened by it like the majority of non-casters, rather curious if anything. Was something to admire, not keep in a distance. Hmh, would be fitting if this particular Canine was open for hire...

    The appearance that replaced that of a dirty mutt was... Somewhat indifferent. In the fields of being malnourished and dusty. Wasn't that she had expected more from a thief though. Her hips tilted and chin dipped a bit, look taking in the unimppressive details, whilst the one next to her gave out an excited inhale accompanied by a little clap. Their innate attributes weren't too bad, if not a bit unrefined and unkempt in a way she saw disturbingly charming. The tattered clothes made them no justice, if anything at all. Not that she complained. Was a pleasant surprise to have a bare chest appear in front of oneself this early, attached to an adorable face as a plus. A good omen, as she called it jokingly. A smile softened her features that were stabbing the man-boy-dog-something, index reaching to dab her lips. Lets do business then.

    She chirped a light chuckle at the maybe-compliment, tossing her hand in a light swish of the gilded sleeves. Oh, You. The odd request made Nim shoot a look at her, as if asking for permission, to which she chuckled. Taking the nature of their trade, this was nothing unusual, of course funny to be received in the middle of the street, but still one of the exceedingly innocent ones. Was not like the boy was asking to peek inside their cleavage or something. Dancing like a fawn through a field of flowers the courtesan twirled around and next to the timid man, reaching a delicate hand to run the smooth touch through their messy hair. Wasn't in a manner too seducing, more the way someone would pat a child, thus not excessively intruding. The little sweep across the tanned chest might have been though. Tasteful, Nim, bravo.

    " Oh, but it is a lovely morning. How does a little walk through the stalls whilst conversing sound? "

    Whilst the lady in mint busied themselves with petting the Shifter, Sigvard turned on her heel and gestured them to follow. The bag of delights was passed to Nim, who would feed them to the unfortunate man on the way if they were to accept the treats. Could come in handy, for they might prefer feeling happy in their stomach, rather than pants. If Sigvard was one to make assumptions by their looks and contained actions. What was up with people not having understanding over the little Joys of life, one of which was the freedom of 'expressing' oneself. The majority was ridiculously uptight, keeping the naturalities in the darkness and behind locked doors, if not denying them entirely. Made them so hard to persuade. Was only a minor obstacle however, for once belts were loosened the priorities often did likewise. For now she was not sure of the Doggyboy, they seemed a bit anxious. Or maybe they were just simple. Since only a fool would turn down a nice pair of breasts when they dangled on display in a manner most friendly.

    Wasn't many steps taken when she stopped to examine a stall, that of colourful glass decorations that hung chiming and reflected the first rays of the morning, if not distorting it a bit. Her heavy digits took to fondle the smooth surfaces and hard edges, the deep of her eyes shedding a glance over the fresh catch. Maybe an introduction was in order, to make it clear she was not one to do them any harm. Upon halting their advance, Nim staid at the man's side, gaze wandering in silence.

    " Oh. How rude of me to not honour the formalities. " She announced all of a sudden, voice drifting to fake apologetic. The long legs shipped her figure to offer a proper greeting from her sleeve, it being a little pouch of multiple clinks. The generous amount of currency, veiled in crimson velvet, was released to the dirty hands in a sustained smile that drew nigh to the face of another. In exchange, the sapphire was snatched and caged inside digits, resting cool on the pale palm in its dead brilliance. Her form withdrew just a bit from the intimate distance, head returning to its higher spot in the end of the cranelike neck. Shouldn't confuse the poor boy too much. Not yet.

    " I... " She brought her free hand to her jeweled chest. " ...am Sigvard. A professional Wine Taster and Business Lady. What is it they call you, Dear? " The one holding the gem took to her eye level, rolling the valuable in examination. Didn't really matter if it was real or not, for she had many. The transaction had just seemed like a good way to break the ice, to put it simply. Thus why she pretended it to matter, investigating the gem for a meaningless truth, so to not awaken suspicion about her means and reasons. Which at the moment were quite unknown even to the very person fabricating them. The Mother of the Realm had sent this extraordinary being to her path and it was her duty to grasp the opportunity, even if it was only to lighten up one of her days.

    " My meaning is not to sound intrusive, but I might be interested in hiring you. Nothing serious, nor dangerous, but it might require your nimble touch. " She hissed calmly, gaze meeting that of the man briefly. Before continuing, she slipped the rock into her sleeve, then bringing her hands together in faint delight.

    " That is, if you are interested in a bit of income. Would be an odd job of course, nothing too solid and straining. " A wink, not too suggestive but still with a slight twist of charm. Or attempted charm, since she was well aware the Shifter might be one of those that didn't understand the Joys of womanly company. Ah well, had to try anyway.
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    He didn't like that grin.

    Sure as hell gave him the creeps. Didn't reach her eyes, made the snake-lady look like she was plotting something devious. From the curl of her finger and tilt of her head, it couldn't be more obvious. Felt like she was sizing him up like some prime cut of meat, maybe wondering if she should stick him on a grill or a roast. Baqi averted his eyes with a suppressed shudder, focusing instead on the cute clapping girl and flashing her a sheepish smile.

    "Sure, lady," the djinn shrugged, after a moment's hesitation, padding slowly after the Snakeling.

    Turned out alright, though, because the girl set to petting his head -- shit, that really worked? -- and he watched with some incredulity as she bounced around like a deer, fingers trailing over his bare chest. Between that and the contented twirling of his hair, he couldn't help a silly grin, all-too-happy to follow the lively girl down the street. Well, maybe this day wasn't turning out bad at all. He happily accepted a cookie, almost cramming the whole thing into his mouth, but stopped himself. Didn't wanna seem uncivilized, after all. He felt terribly self-conscious already in his grubby clothes, well aware of the filth on his heels and dirt smearing his face -- they swirled in expensive, colorful silks by comparison, clinking with jewels, looking like some noble queens.

    Her touch was relaxing, almost made him want to sink into the cobblestones and roll over--no, shit, guy. He snapped himself out of it, smiling through a mouthful of --chocolate? Was that what humans called it? Shit was delicious. For a human, she wasn't half-bad either, lifting his messy hair from his forehead and smoothing it delicately back, like he was something sweet rather than a mangy mutt. Baqi lifted his eyes to hers, happy to trail along, a sort of spring in his step. Seemed like the snake lady was occupied by some shiny thing, but it wasn't long before she'd turned her attentions back on him, making him stop mid-step, anchored to the ground by those uncanny eyes.

    Baqi took another bite of a cookie to keep from answering outright, his eyes growing wide as saucers when she dropped a pouch into his hands. Holy shit. Wasn't like he handled that much money too often -- the strange coins, all clinking and stamped with the Moghul's face, glittering like a dragon's treasure hoard. A quiet whistle left his lips as he weighed the bag in his palms, sneaking a glance up at the Snakeling.

    "Sigvard, huh?" Professional wine taster? Well, that was a job he wouldn't mind, personally. "Sounds like fun, lady. I'd love to taste wine for a living." A lopsided grin hung on his stubbly face, and he scratched at his patchy neck, scuffing absently at the ground with his foot. "I just go by Baqi. Nothin' special." He trailed off, clearing his throat idly, and sneaked a glance at Nim. Bet they came from somewhere special, all dressed up like that, rolling around coins and sweets like nothing. The tone of conversation swiftly turned to business, however, and Baqi blinked up at the Snakeling, weighing her words.

    A job, huh? The bag clinked pleasantly in his hand, its weight assuring. Well, he'd gotten these kind of offers before, and most of 'em were from shadier, crummy looking folk who weren't eager to fork over money in the first place. As far as employers went, this Sigvard lady seemed to be a decent bet.

    "Sure, lady--Sigvard," he tacked on suddenly, to sound more respectful, tossing the bag up into his hand and snatching it again. The jingling noise was kinda fun. The djinn then stuffed it into his pocket, casting a longing look at the cookies in Nim's hands and crossing his arms. "What kind of job? Some kind of heist? Stealth gig? My hands are plenty nimble, lady. I got plenty of talents. Watch this," the djinn winked conspiratorially, waving his hand. A cookie suddenly flew out of the bag and lodged itself between his fingertips, and he flashed it back and forth before taking a bite, smiling dopily.

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    Who wouldn't want to taste wine for living?

    Upon the introductions being fulfilled, Sigvard turned her attention back to examining the stall. Ah, so many shinies. The blue and green together makes a nice combination.. Hmh. She gave the trader a quick, chiming wave to her direction. The young man obeyed and with a questioning look gestured around, staring back in a wavering grin. That one, that one, that one, her index pointed the shimmering items and counted, whilst her smile sustained to decorate the pale features. In a glimmer and ring of glass and crystals, followed by those of Gold, the transaction took place in wordless understanding. She wasn't a stranger after all. And the poor tradesman's son was mute, what a waste for such a pretty face to not be able to express themselves properly. Not that they might have even with verbal skill, for they were awfully shy too. Or maybe it was the reason to it all.

    Baqi? Kind of rhymes with Doggy. Not that it is a bad thing, as a simple being needs a similar name, yet there is certain mystery in it. Ba... The bird-headed soul. And Qi, the energy and life-force. Doubt it is that deep of a meaning however, wonder if it is a short from something. Like... Bag-of-Cookies. Q is always a mystery...

    In a nod she showed her appreciation to the apprentice salesman and took the wrapped cloth package, then turning to eye the two in her tail. The boy had fallen silent again, seemingly pondering on her request. She had gotten turned down before, so she wouldn't expect anything more nor less from this one, but they sure would be a fool to say No to a hillsite of easy money. Such an answer would of course be only temporary, for she had not accepted negatives as answers for quite some time. Persuation, Bribery, Seduction, Intimidation, the trail of her success. She had already used the first and the second, with seemingly good results, but should more need to follow... Well, might have to skip the third. Because of unsaid reasons that had many things to do with the participants personality.

    Sure? Ah, the enthusiasm. You better be kissing the very ground I stand when you see what I will pay you for the errands.

    A smirk overlaid the milky surface as the child of the street tried to put a bit of effort in addressing her, the word jumping like the last note from a broken xylophone plaid by a blind-deaf. She hummed and gave her long braids a stroke, the rings around her neck clinking in tune with her hair. At least their spirit had been encouraged, they seemed a bit cheerful even when playing with the pouch of generous coin. Of course, this was only natural, in her Mind. And delightful to witness, as an addition, for it told of a job well done from her part. She wouldn't have people playing anxious around her, was no reason.

    Plenty of talents?

    She halted examining the ribbon that sealed her newest purchase, visibly freezing a bit in disbelief. Really now? Not putting her hopes too high she traced the boy's movement, how they reached a hand and then a cookie levi- What? Oh, well then. Her face staid immobile apart from the dark of her eyes that followed the little trick, in a bit of awe if one was to be completely honest. Nim let out a dainty clap amidst the ashtonishment. She had expected a barrel roll or a play-dead-interpretation, but the talent demonstrated sure was... Well, a talent. A magical one to that, making their character gain a bit more value in just a simple wave of their hand.

    This changes everything.

    All of a sudden she was the one staying silent, a digit hoisting up to dab her lips in thought. Maybe they would be fitting for this job she had planned for some time, not having been able to find a person to lead it to finish before now. Hope Doggyboy wasn't too afraid of the dead... For it involved trespassing into the grounds of a couple of the sort. Quietly, the Snakeling turned on her place, gesturing the rest to follow again as she strode a few stalls forward. Was a few knocking steps, and cookies fed, later when she stopped to look over another display table. On purple and crimson cushions laid pendants of many shapes and colours, all gilded and well-formed in the hands of a master craftsman. Her ponderant fingers drifted slowly to pick up one from the middle of the row.

    " I don't presume You are a religious man, - " What was his name... Baaaaaaaaaaa.... QI. Yes. " - Baqi. " She formed the calling in a bit of delay, gaze shifting to the other in tune with the ending. Was a type of question, but the her tone staid from taking the weight that suggested one, for the answer didn't really matter that much. She would offer the job anyway, took they it for blasphemy or not. Her body tilted a bit and she inclined the pendant at the boy briefly. Cradled in her palm was a symbol of the disgussed content, a lone ocula of amethyst, surrounded by a halo of spikes and an outer circle. It was many things and only one at the same time, for whilst Sigvard knew many Gods she only had the Mothers. And this one was the Mother of the Realm, very fitting emblem for the passing moment. Brought everything together, at the same time separating. Knew and saw everything, yet left all uncertain. She noticed herself staring at the item like it held a hidden message, tearing from it absently to shed a glimpse over the Shifter once more as if to make sure they were still present. In a motherly, distantly pleased hum Sigvard put the jewel back to its respectful spot, dismissing the distraction. Later.

    " So, about the assignment. Like I said, it would be nothing dangerous, nor time consuming. An 'easy gig' for someone like you, with all the talents and more that your essence holds. I will see all of your expenses and more to be covered as well. " Her slippers directed a short gait to approach the soon-to-be-employee, head held high and looking down at them from a comfortable radius.

    " What are your sincere thoughts on grave robbing? How about traveling? " She chirped finally, bringing her hands together in a honest suggestion. The tone was the type one would use to suggest a picnic, not bothering to lower in the slightest. Could've been called tomb raiding too, since it wasn't robbing if the 'owner' didn't need their belongings anymore. Or so she looked at it. Upon her suggestion she saw Nim throwing an annoyed gaze at her, inclining their head at the boy. The azure narrowed just a bit in similar feeling. Good grief, Nim, you really are needy. And a bit of a slut, if one is to be straight. Was the very reason why I hired you, but that is not relevant now. I am trying business here, you'll get to bed the pretty faced later. She waved her hand at the inpatient courtesan in a calming motion. Could you stay in your jeweled pants... For one day?
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    His little demonstration seemed to shift the tone of the entire deal.

    Satisfied with himself, Baqi took a triumphant bite of the cookie, savoring the taste a little bit more after he'd horked down the last few -- he hadn't realized how ravenous he was, remembering abruptly that he hadn't eaten anything all day. The pit of hunger opened up in his stomach, burning there, but the cookie was so damn good… leave it to humans to get one thing right, he supposed. Their food tasted funny, not nearly rotted enough, but their dessert…

    He gave a little mock-bow at Nim's clapping, smiling through a mouthful of cookie. The chiming Snakelady seemed to be thinking something over, one finger curled at her lip. To her credit, she didn't gasp or look exceptionally surprised, but he saw the intrigued gleam in her eye-- and after a pause, she posed the question. Religious…? The djinn paused in chewing, tilting his head to the side much like a dog. What does that have to do with anything…? Made him a little uneasy, if he was to be honest. The djinn scratched his head, shuffling a little, and swallowed.

    "Like… do I believe in a god or somethin'? Not really, lady." He paused for a moment, blinking. "But I believe in spirits, yaknow? Ghosts 'n djinn 'n devils, and there sure is dark magic out there, I'll tell you." His voice tapered off to a quiet mumble towards the end, like he'd had personal experience with it himself -- blinking, the djinn looked away. It was funny how he had to say he 'believed' in ghosts and whatnot, rather than outright saying they existed. Humans and most other non-djinn were blind--they couldn't see 'em. Some were even convinced they didn't exist at all, which baffled him.

    He'd told a human about ghosts and desert-devils once-- they laughed till their face went red and they clutched their belly, giving him a drink "on the house" for being such a riot. Baqi had taken the mead and stammered out an objection, dark fingers curling on the mug -- but the barkeep didn't listen, instead howling with laughter with the rest of the patrons. Since then, he didn't talk a whole lot about it -- kept his mouth shut unless someone was gonna get into serious trouble for screwin' with the otherworldly. And even then, most people waved off his advice, thought he was cracked or lying…

    He watched as she examined the pendant, weighed it in her pale, inhuman fingers, and turned her look back on him. Baqi cleared his throat idly, shuffling about, nibbling at the rest of the cookie as Sigvard went on. Expenses and more… Her comment earlier niggled at him, made him wonder what was so, uh, interesting about the job that she'd be willing to pay so well for it. I mean, not like people handed out money for free. He looked up at her cautiously, almost choking when she gave her proposition.

    "G-g-grave robbing?" He coughed on the crumbly dryness of the cookie, whumping himself once on the chest and staring at Sigvard with swimming brown eyes. "Uh…" She chimed as she put her hands together, lookin' freakishly cheery about it, like she was suggesting afternoon tea. "Well, lady, uh…" Biting his lip, Baqi reached up behind his head, scratching idly at his neck. Graverobbing, huh? Well, that explained it… He hesitated a moment as he considered his options, very conscious of the weight of money by his leg, the promise of security… No more scrounging on the street or lookin' for the next shady guy to set you up on some heist. This could give you some options, guy. Clothes, lho, a room, cookies, whatever you want. The sacrilege of it set a chill down his spine, but then, it depended on what kinda ghost would be floating around, what kind of charms set in place to protect it…

    "…Not like I haven't done it before," Baqi coughed lightly, after a pause, crossing his arms. "But, uh, look, lady… you have any idea what we're dealing with, here? Not some Moghul or sorcerer's tomb, is it?" Those had some nasty surprises, after all. "Traveling, I don't mind. Been 'round the desert for most of my life. Crossing it is cake, lady, if you're worried 'bout that. But if we're gonna anger some serious spirits, I gotta know." He fixed his imploring, dark eyes on her. They looked vaguely harrowed, speaking of bad experiences.
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    Dear Mothers above. Don't choke into your cookies now, I need you for a greater purpose.

    The reaction she received upon her grave opposition wasn't exactly what she had been expecting. Mostly thieves didn't have such things as remorse and sense of respecting the robbed or the dead to that matter, for she sure had hired many of them in the past to know better. Yet, she did understand the obvious fear of eldrich and ethereal beings, even if she had never discovered any of them to be true. Did she hope she would one day have an encounter with a spirit? Maybe, but would it hinder her if she wasn't to meet one on this task? Not really.

    The time Baqi took to weigh their options once more Sigvard spent on smiling like a cherry, whilst looking at her two companions up and down. The boy looked terribly disturbed, no matter how much Nim chimed and smirked under her silky locks. They had mentioned they didn't believe in Gods or some greater guiding force, like she did in a way, but still there was the awareness of lingering and possibly hostile souls. She thought Gods the same as spirits, but with the exception of the other being more powerful than the latter, so having gained a type of a status and worship. Not sure which one was more dangerous when angered, all of them had their respected personalities she figured, nor was it certain what was it that actually was to anger a God. Or a spirit to that matter, for some of them tend to be angry by nature, overlaid with the petiness of a mortal. Some believed it was through deeds falling under the definition Evil and Bad, but that all was only a matter of perspective. Thus, she didn't take herself for a person of the Devil only because she liked snatching relics from skeletal fingers. Was more of a sacrilege to leave those things gathering dust. Besides, she revered her Gods, who had always very much approved with everything she did, creatures of logic and love as they were. Even if the two were hardly related.

    - Not like I haven't done it before...

    Well, then there shouldn't be a problem, correct? The delicate bend of her lips widened just a bit as the electric charges behind the expression tinkered, assuring of her yet another success in the fields of sneaky employment. The thief had seemed like one of those easily persuaded to begin with, maybe that was why it delighted her even more to have them for this particular task. With the right tools, mainly money, food, girls and shelter, she might be able to make them do anything... Should they survive in her command, of course. Those of the street mostly welcomed the ease of life that she was able to provide, even with the little hazards that were to emerge once and again. The thought fascinated her more and more, yet she would not reflect too much of her excitement to the forever gleeful surface.

    When they paused to stare at her, with those aghast eyes and face that had gone dead serious, she did nothing on the external to note the unsaid warning. Just met them with a cool look, eyes glimmering akin to the distant shocks of blue that coursed behind them. Her unexistent brows loosened just a bit in conjuration of a serene and calming appearance, unafraid of the horrors the other might have witnessed if one was to trust the trauma that poured from their essence.

    " Your fear is not misplaced, Baqi, for there indeed is great Evil in this world and thus I understand why you ask. " A patronizing song begun from her throat, digits entwining under her breath. " The burial site is not of royalty, humble and quaintly minor, nor is it of Magical origin by its contents. There are several rumours over it, coloured by suicides, murders and disappearances, but none of them speak of a hateful spirit in the slightest. " She continued, her voice carrying the type of passion one would have for an ancient and revered pie recipe, accompanied with a description over what wine one should enjoy on the side. Truly tasteful.

    " It seems an easy task with no danger expected, but why am I not doing it myself, you might muse. Is due my lack of talents, for I sadly have none when it comes to manipulating and bending the fabric of the universe, channeling its unseen powers. " In a light wave of her hand she gestured at Nim during her sentence, who offered her a cookie from the bag that seemed endless by its delicious possessions by now. Markingly, mysterious grin in her corners, she raised the cookie and threw it in a tall arch to the boy. Hopefully they would get what talent she was speaking of.

    " What I seek is out of physical reach in its form, something that should not exist. It can't be picked up with anything of this world, for its very nature is destructive and unpredictable, but your nimble assets are more than suited for such. According to a consulted artisan it is mostly bound on something, thus I need you only to levitate its base and capture it into a vessel of my choice. " In a light rustle of her many hems and sleeves the Snakeling stepped next to the Shifter, a matronly touch reaching across their back to give a guiding push on the shoulder. On the other side, Nim attempted to snake a decorated hand around the crook of the man's tanned arm, whilst smiling to them reassuringly. Chirping a light hum, Sigvard's pointy silken slippers accelerated a gait peacefully along the road, false lungs taking in the air of the rising morning. The grips delivered weren't sturdy or meant to chain, so easily broken off from, but she had felt it better to be at the side of the partner in discussion, rather than in front.

    " I am hesitant to mention what It is in Truth and Name, but I assume you understand if I leave it behind the curtain of perplexion for now. My greatest fear is for it to be taken before me, for not many are aware of its existence. " She chimed, eyes sweeping the surrounding as if awaiting an assassin or some other cutthroat to pounce from between the stalls. Her pale digits let out an encouraging tap on the boy's shoulder absently.

    " The details are to be explained during our travel, the road taking us to the Far South. Have you ever been to Soto, Baqi? I am quite sure you would enjoy the surrounding, not to mention the delicacies and people She holds. " The sincere glance dipped down at the Shifter, portraying a type of warmth and fond memories.
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    Cold azure met tortured brown as they stared at each other, fixed in a moment of silence. A lump had crawled up to Baqi's throat, unwanted and unexpected, and the djinn forced it down, popping his knuckles with a sudden, nervous craaack-crack. He scuffed his feet a little, chewing on the inside of his lip.

    Well, at least she believed in Evil. That was a start. Some didn't, or pretended they did for the sake of their mosque gatherings, or had never seen it outright. There were things that weren't meant to be messed with -- ugly, bloody secrets locked in tomes and wielded by warped madmen, dead that walked, demons that cracked bones between their teeth…

    The djinn suddenly became aware that he'd been squeezing his other arm with one hand, idly scratching and picking at his bicep out of nervous habit. He stopped, fixing Sigvard with his great eyes as she went on, and bit his lip. "S-suicide?" The djinn interjected, looking nervous. Murders, disappearances, and suicide? Hell no. A coldness trickled down his neck like ice water, raised his hackles, left an uneasy feeling in his gut. But no magic, huh? It confused him, frankly -- that kinda thing sounded like it reeked of bad energy, some kinda malevolent air. Even if the tomb itself didn't have an angered spirit in it originally, what about someone floating around after being whacked, huh? Those kinda souls didn't rest easy.

    "How come, lady? What about that place makes people kill each other 'n themselves?" He was forced to fall silent as she went on, fiddling around and around with a cloth bracer on his wrist, lips tugged into a half-frown. A moment later, the cookie went sailing through the air -- he cupped it swiftly in his hands with the aid of some telekinesis, turning it over between his fingers. Somehow it felt … a little ominous now, like continuing to take would seal him further into the deal. The djinn swallowed and took a nervous nibble, blinking at Sigvard. "'Should not exist,' huh? What, like somethin' out of… your world? No offense, lady, but there's a lot that goes around you that's perfectly normal, 'cept non-magic types don't see 'em. And when somethin' pops into their world-- boof, it freaks 'em out." That rationalization made him feel a little better, at least, and he took another mouse's bite out of the cookie. Still…

    "Destructive?" The djinn frowned, suddenly losing his appetite again. He'd stolen jewelry, gold, heirlooms, wills, documents, forgeries, exotic lizards, whatever -- but that kinda stuff was all money, coins, couldn't hurt anybody unless he lobbed it at their face. He snapped off a large bite of cookie when Sigvard placed a hand on his back -- couldn't help but start a little. Next, Nim looped her arm through his, keeping pace like some kind of jeweled bodyguard. Baqi swallowed thickly, stare pinging from the Snakeling to the courtesan and back. Ah, shit. I ain't gettin' out of this one, huh?

    "…I-I gotcha, lady," Baqi muttered slowly, tasting the words in his mouth and swallowing them. "But uh, what'd you mean, destructive, exactly?" The vagueness hinged terribly, made the whole deal feel like a cliff he was about to fall off of -- a cliff with a whole lotta gold and comfort at the bottom, looked like, but still a cliff. Wonder how tall it is. The djinn bit his lip, staring at Sigvard.

    Soto…? It took him a long moment to place the name, and suddenly, it clicked. He'd read it laboriously and clumsily from a human map once. First time he'd found one, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, imagining just how big the whole world was, just how much he'd never seen. The other djinn never talked about Soto; frankly, he doubted any of his clansmen even knew 'bout it. Maybe they'd hashed some old whispers and rumors, back when they didn't flee so far from people, but even then… to them, all they needed was the desert, the ruins of old human civilizations, the quiet, abandoned temples and hollow cliff-sides, the howling dunes. And for the brave, the very borders of human cities, full of trash and rats. Tell 'em about Soto, and they'd either laugh or fall dead quiet and scared.

    Truth was… he'd never been out of Ashoka. Out of the deserts around Eldahar, even. He'd thought moving to the city was a big thing, seein' the world 'n all, but that was peanuts compared to what the Snakeling was offering on a platter. He'd marveled at the little sketches all over the map of Soto -- looked like… little sticks with puffs on them, all around. What were those, anyway? And great lines zigzagging anywhere, not anything like the familiar yellow flatness of the desert, the browns and somber ravines the mapmaker sketched into Ashoka. It looked like a foreign planet, something out of a fairy tale, and he'd spent way more time than he should've staring at it in some noble guy's house. In fact, he'd rolled it up and stolen that too, even though it wasn't what his employer wanted. It's a job perk, after all. Nothing wrong with helping himself while he was at it.

    Baqi felt suddenly ashamed under her knowing, worldly glance -- like a dumb, ignorant fool who'd never even seen the world five feet from his nose. He knew nothing about Soto--nothing 'bout Her inhabitants, or food, or people there. Were they anything like the people in Eldahar? Or some kind of magical race, maybe? The Far South sounded like some mystic land -- like the sort the nomads would tell around fires, about the great Maker and the quests to forge humans and djinn alike, how the Great War drove 'em apart…

    Thinking on his companions suddenly made him sad, and the djinn cleared his throat, blinking away the glassy shine that had settled in his eyes.

    "I, uh," the man hesitated. "I've never been to Soto, lady. If I'm gonna be honest… never been south at all." Baqi cocked his head to the side, then cast his eyes to the ground self-consciously, clearing his throat before a thousand questions tumbled out. "What's it like, huh? The weather 'n people 'n all? Are there cities like this there too? You been there before, lady? You from there?" He blinked at her. Was everyone from Soto like her? Ah, shit, he didn't know if he could deal with a whole city of Snakelings.
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    Her eyes returned to observe the man when they spoke, horribly unsure and maybe even a bit timid in their tones, the overall image of their fright deepening her smile. The speech that had been meant to brief the details and assure the other of the simplicity of their to-be-task had not really made them any more uneasy, more the opposite. Wonder if they were more afraid of the task itself or the one handing it to them. Nevertheless, she didn't doubt their trustworthiness or ability to handle the mission, even if most thieves were deceptive by nature. There was something different of this boy, a sort of innocence reflecting from their aghast gaze that made her count otherwise. Or then they were a terribly good actor and were to deserve a medal in besting her on the fields of betrayal, after which she was to search out and slay them to deliver the proper message. That is why she was going to have them followed after this encounter, an invisible shadow on the rooftops, assigned to make sure they weren't to share anything of the espionage she had given. Not that she expected to be crossed, but one had to have a design for all outcomes. And an observant could-be-assassin on her fresh employee had sounded fitting for a plan B.

    None of her internal plotting took to the surface, her azure staying bright and inviting amidst the dark that tinkered within when she gazed knowingly upon the Shifter. Their questions were sincere and a bit childlike, if one took in account the wonder behind the words. She didn't see the uneducated state as a hindrance this time, rather a positive surprise since now she could do the honours of introducing them to the faraway South. An adventure to be then, she figured, more or less. The image that she planned on giving would no doubt be a bit brighter from the reality, since not everyone had the opportunity to live as preposterously as she did, but certainly good enough of a picture for the other to hold fondly. Was how she enjoyed herself to be seen too, as someone warm and caring, a complete opposite from what she truly was. Enabled her employees to stay within her range, if she had to name one perk for her theatrics.

    " What is it like? " She repeated cheerfully, her chiming hand bringing to her lips to dab out the chirping chuckle that escaped them. The nature of a whole new world was not something to be explained in a single sentence, but she doubted the boy would object if she was to use several words in her quest of briefing it out. Sigvard's contemplative azure detached to sweep the passing stalls absently, partially half-lidded to portray her laid-back amusement.

    " The weather indeed is quite different from Ashokan, if one is to describe it lightly. They go through radical changes, the decay of greenery, snowfall and the sprouting of new life after a long wintercold. It is an eventful nature, opposite from the monotone we enjoy here. " She paused to tap her chin lightly, eyes locking on the glimmering details on the passing tables. Faint scents of spices floated in the fresh morning air, the forceful cinnamon dominating the scene as if reached from the nearby bakery.

    " When it comes to the citizens... You might be disappointed by how similar everything is. The Sotoan culture is alike to the one you know, that much is true, but I have noticed people tend to be the same by their deepest no matter how far you go. " This is when she stopped her gait with a light wave of her hand, detaching from the bunch to examine the goods of a yet another merchant. Should give the boy some space to breathe, for they seemed terribly stiff under her touch. She didn't really understand what was the matter, since she had been nothing but smiles and sunshine. Was it her appearance, maybe, not that she actually understood that morality since she hardly was the most unusual around. She had seen creatures far more hideous and with fangs and other intimidating features, her smooth and sleek looks being far from those of a mythical, ferocious monster. Truth be told, she did share their ability of devouring a person whole, in the man's defense.

    " As much as I would like to state such, I am not of Soto. To be precise, I hail from another world completely. There is none like me in whole of Soare, this I can tell with great confidence. " Her words sang to Baqi's directing over her shoulder in the tone of an assurement, as if it would have been a crime to have more of her kind around. In truth she had no idea whether there indeed was some left, lingering in their hiding places and knitting their plots akin to her, but so far she had not come to encounter those of her race. And sure hoped that she never would, for it would only end in slaughter of such a rival. Was no way for her to accept another to plague the area with such motivations as hers.

    " I have been to the South a numerous times in business, therefore I would love to show you around should you desire such. The food you might find delightful, if I am allowed to guess. " A goldcoated digit swirled over the surface of a raw mineral, the hueless crystal form of a clear quartz reflecting from her investigative gaze. She nodded to the saleswoman in pleased silence and turned on her heel, facing the man and the courtesan whilst her index raised up in suggestion.

    " However. That adventure is secondary to our deed that is to take place before it, which, as much as I hate to say, is to be hurried. After we have claimed what is ours, we will be able to spend all the time you like in exploration of the new and unknown. That is, if you would so desire. " Her slippers knocked on the stone of the street as she approached a bit, a little conspiratorial twinkle creeping into the corners of her glance.

    " When will you be ready to leave? Assuming that your acceptance is in the favour of our task. " She asked then, bringing her hands together in anticipation.
    " I am giving you the freedom to choose when we are to depart, but note that should your preparation and decisionmaking take too long I will search for another candidate. This is an opportunity above all. " And no one is irreplaceable. There was no threat in her tone, yet a sliver of such was meant somewhere behind the motherly essence. She was not one to wait. She would not wait, not for too long. And she sure would hate to dispose of this delightful face that stared at her the way one does at a forest fire. With great fright, but yet filled by some kind of adoration towards the otherwordly and destructive beauty it posed. Yes, would be a great shame to see those eyes losing their vibrant light, poured to the ground to decay before their time.
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    Despite how nervous she made him, he couldn't help but listen with rapt attention. He didn't talk to people often—besides Sabe, of course—and far as he knew, the drow hadn't been to Soto. He hadn't asked, actually. Baqi blinked, trying to imagine the strange world. Greenery? ...Snow? What's snow? He didn't want to admit he didn't know what that was, just nodding and swallowing.

    Sometimes the desert sprung up with flowers after a brief rain—for a moment, the dry dunes turned into wild splashes of color, dead almost as soon as they grew. He always rushed to see those fields, knew exactly where they'd appear. It was like stepping into an alien world, full of bobbing purple petals and vines curling around his bare feet. He remembered trying to go back to those gardens, bring life back to the withered little stems.

    But it is not to be, the Elders had said, shaking their heads. Sand in the wind. The flowers are a gift from the Great Djinn, they say. And when they wish for them to die, they die.

    But a whole season of... that?

    The desert had colors and life, sure. It's just that lots of people didn't know where to look. He'd spend forever gnawing on some dead cattle bone and watching the desert lizards duck into their holes, chased by screeching birds. The spiders that built little trap doors and snapped up whatever mouse came close. The howls in the dead of night.

    Baqi nodded, a touch enthusiastically, somewhat disappointed and relieved by her next answer. People are much the same everywhere. Same old, same old. He didn't expect much, but in his heart of hearts, he knew that—no matter where he went—people would look at him with the same kind of disdain. Have the same kind of expectations, probably. He was a nobody. Not like he had money or a name—and no matter where he went, desert or city, that meant the same in every language.

    “Really?” The djinn probed, a little crestfallen. Just to make sure. “Not different... at all? I mean... it's a far ways away, y'know?” Then, after a beat. A furrowed look of confusion. “Do they have camels down there?” He hated camels. They smelled 'n spit like no tomorrow.

    Thankfully the Snakeling had backed off to go examine something else, leaving him trailing behind with Nim. Baqi watched her curiously, fiddling with the cloth of his belt. “Another... world?” He cocked his head. It wasn't so hard to believe, after all—the lady looked like she'd walked right out of a storybook. Closest thing he could think of was some kind of naga—but they didn't wear clothes like some kinda empress. Right?

    “Like... some kinda island? Or...” his distracted gaze flicked up to the sky, then back again, regarding the Snakeling like some kind of alien. “Where, lady...?” Part of him felt nervous. If she was from another world, who knew what she could do? Maybe she was a skinchanger, or something that walked from blighted place to place, zipping in and out of air like a ghost.

    His mind was lost to thoughts of strange creatures and new worlds—he almost felt something like what he used to, Way Back When. Before... well, before everything had happened, he supposed. When he clambered over rocks and poked his head into old ruins. When he saw the human cities in the hazy mirage of the distance and wanted so desperately to go there, to explore a world outside the Elders and his nervous clan of djinn. But...

    He was jarred from his thoughts by the reality of the task.

    “Oh,” Baqi muttered nervously. “'Course, lady. Business first, r-right.” He chewed on his lip awhile, turning it over and over in his mind, fidgeting, trying to decide. When else would he get a chance? He supposed he could hitch a ride whenever, jump right into the back of a caravan. No one would notice, after all. But then he'd get horribly, horribly lost—he didn't know shit 'bout Soto, didn't know shit 'bout Eldahar, even. He had a map, sure, but...

    Do it, some long-forgotten voice chimed, weak but clear, something old and something he used to be.

    “I...” she could be lying. Just spinning some kinda plot, making promises out of air. It's safe here, another voice whined, warned, made him dig his toes into the rough ground. It's not safe out there. Here, he—uh—“guarded” a house for a grumpy Inquisitor. Had someone to talk to, at least, even though he was out most of the time, and when he did get back, he was in some kinda sore state. Here, he had a home of sorts, kinda. No real job, but...

    Time was ticking.

    Baqi swallowed, staring up at the Snakeling's piercing azure eyes. She looked motherly enough, but there was a hidden threat behind her words. Absently, the djinn dug his fingernails into his other arm, scratching and fidgeting.

    "I'll take the job." The words tumbled out of him faster than he realized, and he felt startled to hear them aloud. Coming off his mouth. Sealing the whole damn deal. The djinn's throat went dry, caught; his wide brown eyes stared up at Sigvard. "...But I need a way to get back to Eldahar, once everything's said 'n done. And you'll show me 'round Soto. Deal?"

    He spoke more confidently than he felt, which wasn't saying much--but any sign this lady was trying to gyp him, and he'd be out faster than a bat outta hell.

    He thought about Sabe, then--felt a strange pang of guilt and shuffled his feet, scratching at his arm.

    "…I can be ready pretty soon. How bout two days? I just gotta say some goodbyes, is all." The djinn bit his lip. Maybe it was better for him to skip town for a little while. He'd been bumming around opium dens some, getting stuff he really shouldn't, poking his nose into things that angered people. Not to mention the stealing, and running around pawn shops. He was even recognized once, and… he knew the guy could protect him, but what kinda repayment was that? Sabe had enough to deal with. Yeah, it'd be better for him to stay low. Skip town. Come back with some funds to pay the guy back for his ceiling and all, get him a nice heap of cookies 'sides. He dreaded saying goodbye, though -- never really knew the best way to go about it. Wasn't like he'd be gone forever, but still…

    He stared at those snakelike eyes, and wondered if he'd made the right choice.
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