[center][h2][color=6AB1D3]Zahra[/color][/h2][/center]
Zahra offered a child’s bow at Pavo’s greeting, listening with rapt attention even as he picked her up and utterly blind to any strange looks the others at the table might give her. Unnoticed by her, Toruk tensed at the intrusion, only letting off a touch when he determined that the man didn’t mean any harm—yet. He would remain alert, though, serpentine eyes trained on the man and tongue flicking in agitation, not quite on the offensive but ready to strike if the situation demanded. 

Meanwhile, Zahra’s smile faded to a thoughtful expression as she listened, and she was quiet for a moment when Pavo finished his explanation. He dressed to celebrate? She certainly liked the sound of that; it must be fun to be allowed to dress up every day! If they were supposed to stay all day in stuffy old pyramids like Radaam told her, then she didn’t know why more Sorcerers didn’t dress up like that. Wouldn’t it get boring being inside all day [i]and[/i] be stuck with people who were all plain and drab?

After a long moment, she finally opened her mouth, thoughtful expression quickly yielding to a bright-eyed giggle. [color=6AB1D3]“Radaam likes dusty,”[/color] she joked, recalling all the times her mother told him to do something other than working or studying. [color=6AB1D3]“I think he spends more time with books and bricks than people.”[/color] 

[color=6AB1D3]“I like you, though,”[/color] she continued. [color=6AB1D3]“Are you in the same pyramid as Radaam? Maybe you can brighten him up! He’s always so [i]serious[/i].”[/color] She punctuated the word with her best impression of her brother, arms crossed with brow set sternly and lips pursed together. She couldn’t hold it long, though, erupting into another fit of giggles shortly after. 
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