Post by MUKHTAR KEL GRES on Dec 4, 2019 9:12:36 GMT -5
I DREAM OF GARDENS IN THE DESERT SAND
( I dream of love as time runs through my hand )
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A grin creased his face cheerfully. "Being with you does make me happy, Calla, so good job!" A soundless laugh from him she could probably feel in the vibrations of his chest. "You've always been understanding and nice to me so just having you close by makes me feel good. But it pleases me greatly you are having a good vacation here..." And making his family hopeful he knew, though he wouldn't want her to feel pressure to more. If she said the word, he knew his family would have a marriage tomorrow for them, inviting her own family to come later for a longer celebration, but that was not the Western way.
Strange people to delay the good things in life.
His lips pursed as he thought a moment. "Hmm, it's a mix I think. The families are happy to have the kids safer and this is more like a base where we live and travel out from. The caravans continue as they always have, just from one place more then from everywhere. My lessons have to take place in different places so that still happens. So we are not entirely settled." She knew his sisters mostly ran the caravan business as they did in most families while the men did protecting and defending. His family in particular handled the trade tongues with other people which was very important too.
Sounding interested in his words he felt pleasure in the telling. "We've never had a school like you all do in the Western world, every family teaches. Even kids from other families get a little bit of words from others. It depends on the situation, but then again we aren't teaching magic which requires study. It's not nearly as complicated to be muggle." He frowned at the word pensieve, not knowing it wasn't a popular thing in the wizarding world to have. "I don't know that word. What's that?" Another look around.
"So in a room like this you would have no magic items?" His grandfather's room was a mix of English and Moroccan at the moment and looked both familiar and not to his eyes still. "Then most of the magic at a home would be where, in the kitchen?" The only chests in this house were used for blankets and extra things for the beds; all their clothes went into the bureaus. In the old wandering days and in his Mother's house things were still kept in traveling bags.
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Words:412
Lyrics: Desert Rose by Sting
Credit: Shava