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Post by zafira on Jul 23, 2010 16:49:35 GMT -5
So she had just insulted him. And she got away? In her home, a man could get his throat slit for being disrespectful. It was just a blatant reminder of just how far she was from home. She was on the other side of the world, and frankly, she was even surprised that this women knew of her home land. Many people didn't. Just as many people back there did not know the details of Albion and beyond what they were familiar with.
"But you get away, with fire." That was her way of bringing up the fire incident. She was going to brag about how she knew some magic too, but while Zafira enjoyed showing off, she was cautious. Although, she was not aware of the fact that magic was frowned upon, the closer she got to Camelot.
Zafira did not know what a mercenary was, but she did not ask. She did not care that much. It could have meant something as simple as a baker, and the Arabic woman would not have known the difference. "I'm noble woman." She could not resist the chance to brag too much. She wanted to show off that she had wealth and prestige, every opportunity she could get. She then looked at the horse, keeping a distance. It looked dirty. Most animals were to Zafira. She only trusted the horse she rode on; the ones her guards always got ready for her. She made a face at the animal. "What mean Moros?" In Arabic, every name, every word had a meaning. What did Moros mean?
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Post by zafira on Jul 23, 2010 16:27:55 GMT -5
Zafira was lost, though she hated to admit that she was. She felt like she was independent, that she could take care of herself, but nothing was further from the truth. had no idea where she was. She had insisted on going to visit Camelot city by herself, without the company of her guards but that was perhaps her first mistake. She was not dressed for this situation either. She had a sleeveless bright pink dress, decorated with silver beads, making an intricate design. The skirt part of it had a far too large slit, and all she had was a thin scarf draped around her bare arms.
She needed someone to come along and lead her in the right direction. She fully intended to make herself sound more pitiful than she was actually feeling right now. Depending on who came by, she was either going to tone down her frustration, or play it up if that person posed to be a threat to her. Either way, she wanted someone to come.
She continued to walk through the muddy woods. The sun was beginning to set though, and with darkness, emerged strange creatures. She was completely unprepared. Even though she didn't know how to use a weapon, it would have helped if she had brought one, just for the look of it all. But all she could do was keep walking, and walking.... until, she saw something that made her freeze, and her eyes widen with shock, and fear. It looked like a huge lizard! It was a horribly ugly looking beast....and it was coming right towards her with its mouth wide open, emitting a terrible noise.
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Post by zafira on Jul 23, 2010 15:38:03 GMT -5
Zafira did not understand the woman's first statement. She was still learning English, so did not understand the big words. "You call someone in-advert-antly?" She broke down the word, trying to repeat it exactly how she heard it.... even if she didn't know what it meant. The best way to learn English was to put yourself out there, and converse with the general public. Which is what she was doing, sort of. She was still trying to understand why those men had been chasing her, what they wanted from her. Not out of concern, but rather sheer curiousity as it was the only exciting thing going on at the moment.
Even though this woman was smiling, Zafira was not. She was still a bit confused by what was going on, not to mention the fire that came out of her. But that series of questions would be put on hold. "Fatinah," she repeated, as it was a familiar name. That was not to say that she knew which one Kazira was talking about, but she knew the name. It was familiar. A bit of home. "You dance for money here, expert?" Had she know the word 'professional', she would have used that. But she did not, so had to resort to what she did know how to say. The woman seemed to have an idea as to what she was talking about. She would probably understand.
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Post by zafira on Jul 23, 2010 14:43:09 GMT -5
So this white woman had been to Arabia. She probably stuck out there, just as much as Zafira did here. What 'friend' did she have there anyway? Zafira would ask the questions in due time. For now, she was still familiarizing herself with her. Zafira felt that she was not the one with the problem....even though she had a few. "You have problem. With men back there," she said, not feeling the need to point or anything. It was clear who she was referring to.
She was flattering her, but Zafira did not thank her, nor did she return the favor. She was used to recieving compliments, and took every single one for granted. She did not plan on explaining her story to this stranger. "I come to travel." It was not a complete lie. That was in fact why she was here. "Why you dressed like woman you are not." Her question was meant to address the fact that she was white, non-Arabian woman, wearing Arabian clothing. Yes, Zafira was indeed far too judgemental.
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Post by zafira on Jul 23, 2010 14:13:58 GMT -5
When the woman stopped and looked at her, that was when Zafira got a better look at her. She wasn't Arabian at all! Exactly the opposite in fact. She was........ WHITE. This caused a look of slightly disgust on Zafira's face. She eyed the woman, up and down, judging her in her mind and not afraid to about to speak words to vocalize this. And she was about to do just that, until the strange white woman blew fire towards the guards. Zafira was no fool. She recognized magic when she saw it. It did not scare her though. Magic was very common in her land. But the more she went towards Albion, the less of it she saw...until now.
And then the strange white woman proceeded to speak Arabic to her. Zafira knew she was not of any Arabic descent, for her accent when greeting her demonstrated it. Zafira did not greet her back. She just continued to eye her, still disappointed that she was not from Arabia, for it would have made Zafira feel a little more at home. "Where you get that clothes from?" Zafira's english was not perfect. Her accent was very thick, and her grammar was not flawless. But she still understood it for the most part, and tried her best to speak it, for she was not insecure about anything...not even her inability to speak perfect English.
Kazira. Strange name. Unfamiliar. Then again, she was meeting a lot of people with strange names. She had met a John a few days ago... what kind of name was John anyway?! What a strange land. With a strange language. And strange people. Despite Zafira's less than kind look at the woman, she did answer her question. "Zafira," she answered, slightly raising her head and flipping her hair back, looking very proud... perhaps a little too proud.
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Post by zafira on Jul 23, 2010 9:07:28 GMT -5
Zafira hated being this far from home. She missed the extravagant lifestyle she was once accustomed to, but here....she was just traveling on the road, and it was growing tiresome. They had decided to rest for a while, even though she wasn't the least bit tired. She was bored. Besides, who slept at this time anyway?! She let out an exaggerated, heavy sigh and left the small motel they had rented a room from. Disgusting! It was small, dirty, and there were weird people around with strange accents.
She walked outside, going further and further away from the motel. She did not look like she was from around here. She was clad in a bright green shirt that came just above her stomach, revealing it, and then running down into a long skirt. With it, as usual was heavy silver jewelry. On top of everything else, she had a scarf tied around her waist. Yes, Zafira loved dressing up. Whatever got a few more glances her way was well worth it.
While she was 'exploring' this new land, she saw a figure running past her. Normally, it would not have caught her attention...but the woman was dressed in a belly dancing outfit! An outfit that women native to her land wore! This was rather exciting! "Khallas!" She yelled to her, assuming she would understand the foreign dialect. After all, why would she dress like an Arabian woman if she wasn't one.
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