Shifting Sands

Can appreciate Sadira being more than just street smarts.

One growing up and poor and for the most part. You wouldn't really have much of any opportunities to be educated, especially when you had no parents. Even worse when you're female. Not many avenues or chances to be doing decent work that wasn't more on the unsavory side of things. Being able to read seems like such a accomplishment for a girl that's lived on the streets since she was five. More than likely self-taught at that. Being poor definitely never deterred her for pushing towards a goal. Looks like she wouldn't be that much intelligent upon looking at her and knows nothing but stealing and the like, but she is smart. Considering she had such a understanding for ancient scrolls and spells, which I feel like she had some deeper connection with sand witches.

 “You know, I have a door for a reason.”

He says, as if anyone actually uses it. Though that might be because he never opened it and no one was ever actually welcome in his citadel. But the point was still there, it was the principle of the thing. He’d stopped trying to keep her out awhile ago, anyway.

‘I use it!

...you know...just not this time.”

She’s PRETTY sure she’s used the door perhaps once or twice before, but it was far more less time consuming to just get up to a balcony through an open archway than go all the way around, since she tends to come from the opposite side. Sadira would be pretty surprised to see anyone ever visited besides her and WILLINGLY at that. Pretty sure people believed these lands were cursed.

“Phew, finally getting a little warmer at night. Guess that means      I don’t have to wrap my feet and hands anymore.”

~ صادرة ~

There’s dainty fingers pressing at the top of his book to lower it down so blue eyes would meet his. He’s usually in the same spot more or less when she came though it’s been awhile. If he wasn’t here she could usually assume he was off somewhere causing some sort of trouble, but he wasn’t and she seemed to have gotten better without sounding off any sort of security or traps at that.

Lips quipped into a smile.

Out of sand//

Off work finally. Think I’ll be working on some of Sadira’s verses and the rest of her tags. I have two defined verses for her, but should probably link them on my blog. Oooops~