1. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Amanisi's brow quirked at the question. Eyes narrowed and lips screwed tight as he measured the black eared girl. After seeing such- He remembered something. Huffed a breath from flared nose, and closed his eyes once more as he sat straighter there upon the ground. A bowl of lentils in one...
  2. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Amansi but cocked a brow as the younger woman pressed. Jaw tight beneath the placid mask he wore. "She is a gift, sent unto us unworthy," he said through grit teeth, forced into a smile. Hama laughed at the sound of it. "Shade amidst the sands," he nod in agreement. If he noted Xana avoiding...
  3. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Amansi couldn't help but smile. Eyes closed as he pictured the bright look in her eyes he liked so well. Half nod in agreement before some idea of sense smacked him out of it. Eyes opened to narrow slits, and his lip pulled down to lopsided frown. "She is," he agreed, sharp with the words. A...
  4. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    "Xana of Mior," the old man said softly. A bit of song to the way he let the sounds roll off his tongue. "I hear the Miori have beautiful ears," he said with a smile. His hands cupped to mime such features atop his head. He turned the left one left, the right one down. Laughed at his own joke...
  5. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Amansi narrowed his eyes, pout his lips, and he followed after the pair as they trekked up the trail. Grumbling and muttering feelings he ate, rather than let out. Grass hissed under foot and soft earth gave under their steps. "My name is Hama," the old sage said, soft as the cool of the...
  6. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    A nod from the old Suma. Deep as a watering hole. "Very well," He rose up from his seat, in that way of old age. Steady to find the sureness there in bone's memory. Faithful in the stretch of ligament and warmth of muscle. Straightened with a grunt. Robes flowed down about him, a cascade of...
  7. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    "You insolent little-" Young Amansi cut. His hand still trying to jerk free his weapon. Hama but raised his own hand, and the guard knew to quiet, having seen the Seeker from the corner of his eye. The wind stirred through the leaves. The sunlight twinkled bright like stars betwixt the shift...
  8. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    Hama turned his head toward the sealed well, feeling the shroud twist and bend about something there in the clay bricks. His lips curled up, pleased as the curve of a peach. A shift. Like the string of a bow let loose. Or the snap of a line cast. It sent ripples through the mantle of magick...
  9. Hama Abkari

    Private Wind whispers over Sands

    "Are you sure this is advisable, Suma Abkari?" Amansi asked, boyish face painted cool beneath the loose linens of white and ochre. "It is hardly a matter that merits one of the Wind Tower to leave the greatest city that ever was or will be," The suma but smiled. There beneath the shade of the...
  10. Hama Abkari

    Open The Desert Dunes Roll

    Come Kassimbe, and Hama would keep his pleasant smile worn upon his face. The Kassimbe's massive shape towered there in the blur that was increasingly his world. But what his eyes could not see, he could feel. In how the wind coursed about the man. In how his voice shook with an untold worry...
  11. Hama Abkari

    Open The Desert Dunes Roll

    Hama's silver eyes looked down into the great maw that yawned wide its welcome. Saw those people that milled about its scaffolded walkways, so laden with the burden of their labor. The music of the camp town still so clear in his ears as the cheers continued to roar up from the pit. Fast...
  12. Hama Abkari

    Open The Desert Dunes Roll

    Bent low to the sand, and draped in the shimmering blue of his shawl, Hama scooped the sands of the Kaikais into the palm of his hand. Felt the heat pour into his flesh, while his eyes strained through the haze of their cataracts. How it stung. Familiar and sweet. Grains of gold he knew to...
  13. Hama Abkari

    Hama Abkari

    Those things that one knows, and those things so known, that one forgets they know them. One must wonder. How long have we known? When did we forget? How to let our thoughts set to the skies. Bright winged and technicolored. How to see the bright buds grow new upon the branch...
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