Recent content by Janan Hanif

Janan took a final sip of her drink and decided to recite one of the oldest poems she knew. "I stood at the ruins of my beloved past, Abtatu in the wind pushed me forth, from this place away. Abtatu in the ground and water bode me to build with clay. And in the clay abode I made past and...

Only a small moment passed. Janan had noticed that he had only mimiced drinking. But it was just such a wonderful day. The light that shone into the atrium in between the trellis played on the floor. Some cats in a corner moving out of the shade to sunbathe in its shine. Janan was still happy...

"Oh my, how polite you are," The elder sand elf replied in Abtati as well, and seemed to talk only in this tongue in her home as she continued to do so when addressing her assistant, "Raha, could you get us some minted water? the younger woman nodded and headed through another door in the...

The streets were winding and confusing to an outsider. For a moment they crossed another big open street, just to enter another alley on the other side. The pace they walked at was slow enough for the older woman to not lose her breath. It seems that somewhere in these streets, of tall houses...

The feline companions were sniffing at the man. And the older woman smiled at his reply. It would be hard to say that it was a kind smile. But it definetly wasn't malicious. "Raha, we have a desert wanderer here. Please be gentle with him," and Raha let go of his shoulder while Janan more...

Taking an afternoon stroll with her assistant and aid Raha by her side, and by her other side two tabby cats walked daintily. It was as beautiful a day as any other in Maraan. The bustling crowds full of life were so natural to Janan that their presence has become a comfort. She leaned a bit on...

"My, what a shame, the book really piqued my interest..." she took a sip of her coffee and leaned back into her chair, "I'm against book censors, the people themselves should decide what to follow what to read, they should be smart enough for that, right young lad?" "Zufar, that's a nice name...

The coffee arrived and Janan leaned closer to the man while taking a sip of the strong coffee. Her eyes followed the sentences in the book and finding it good she spoke up to the man with her calm voice and warm smile, "It's a good book, would you care to tell me it's author, or where you got it...

It was an average morning in Maraan. Busy merchants were setting up their stalls and shop, assistants and interns were working hard and hurrying, placing the right goods with the correct prices. In a mashrabiya, overlooking the main street, an old elf was sorting her documents. Despite still...