Visions of the future (1/17/311)January 17, Year 311
The hot and dry air of Anarab was a stark contrast to the much cooler, wetter air of Nureese at this time of the year. Of course, in Nureese the moisture was in the form of acid rain and the evaporation from it. This Spring had been somewhat mild however, nothing like the catastrophic year of 237 when the acid rains were so severe that roofs were melted off of buildings by the end of the season, and many beings lost their voices for almost the whole season as a side affect of inhaling the evaporated vapors.
In spite of the temperature in Anarab, Xanis was still fully clothed in a pair of lightweight pants and a long-sleeved, yet cooling, shirt. Over that whole layer, he had a sandy-brown cloak pulled around him to shield him from the blowing sand as he had trudged through the desert in order to get here.
In this city of corruption and seduction he knew he was being watched by someone, but it did not matter in the least to him. They were free to do as they wished, so long as he was permitted to go about his business without interruptions.
Ahead of him was a building made of the sandstone that could be found in the desert, blinding in the bright sunlight. When getting closer to the sandblasted haven from the elements, he could see the distinctive cloth draperies covering the entrance, along with the dim interior on the inside as a man in baggy short-cut pants and a turban stepped out, glancing around nervously before slinking off into the crowds.
Pushing his way through the entry, he entered into a dimly lit room with candles placed haphazardly throughout it, though lighting the entire thing adequately to see the few people within. A man dressed similarly to the one who had just left motioned Xanis to a seat on a futon near one wall, and He went to sit there and await the time at which he would be called in to speak to the fortune teller.
Beladona trudged through the weather without a second thought. She was dressed in her customary attire. She wore long, close-fitting pants of a dark brown. Her shirt was over large and a deep blood red, over which she wore a black leather corset. She wore no shoes and walked with her feet arched, mimicing the high arch of heels.
Her pace was quick as she easily kept up with the one she was watching. He came across a sandstone building ahead of her, and ducked inside. Beladona quickly followed, staying back a few feet, so as not to attract attention. Thoughts whirled through her head like smoke as she sat watching him, waiting for him to leave. Why was he running? What was he running from? Why was he so nervous? After a few minutes contemplation, she let it go and resumed watching and waiting for movement.
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