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Date Posted: 18:05:35 08/08/01 Wed
Author: Zesheya Dalixha + her gang
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+ Loud laughter and shouting drift on the wind between the dunes. Dark, blurry forms appear over one of the massive hills of sand. The figures are on horseback. As they draw nearer to the oasis, one of the riders slips off their mount with a bulky sack slung over their shoulder. As the rest of the group rides to a small clump of young palms, the figure on foot begins to set up poles; soon it is evident that the structure-in-making was a corral, large enough to hold all 7 horses. +

+ The rest of the group dismount as well, pulling bags from their horses. 3 of them begin to form the 2 large tents they would be living in for a while, while the ones remaining attempt to make a fire. Only one form does not help their comrades; instead, they move away, speaking softly in Arabic. The horses follow the figure, crowding around as it stops. One of the group, having succeeded with the large fire, brings a torch over to the person with the horses. As they raise it, a haunting sight is revealed. A woman's face peers from the darkness, lighted by the torch. Her eyes are the color of the night sky above her head, a wicked gleam representing the stars. She wears no veil, no hood, revealing a straight nose, full and rosy lips, and silken ebon tresses. Her features are hard and rather cruel, but soften as she offers sugar and carrots to the horses. "Zesh!" The one who had been making the corral trots over, the light of the torch falling upon the face of a painfully ugly man, with a hooked and crooked nose and small eyes. "The corral is finished - may we put the horses away now?" +

+ Her eyes become as hard as ever as she faces him. "Why are you asking me that, Shamin? Surely you are not afraid to begin leading the horses away?" She snorts and walks away, entering one of the tents. As she passes her companions, a change comes over them: they seem fearfully respectful. +

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+ + + -- Zesheya Dalixha, 19:33:13 08/08/01 Wed