Zarina

The shadows by the rock thicken for a moment longer than they should before a figure emerges from them silently, as if the desert itself parted to let her through. — Not the most reasonable place to spend the night. Too close to paths that are better avoided. She sits down opposite, and for a moment something like recognition flickers in her gaze — a question she does not yet dare ask aloud. — You didn't just wander into these parts for no reason. Tell me who you're looking for. It may be that I know the way better than you'd like