When he heard her voice Sammael's concentration seemed to be broken. He'd been listening to Ashieron talk of the Dragons and his role as a Dragon Keeper, it had made him wonder how one might obtain an egg. Not to see it grow to maturity, not at all but rather for another purpose that was far...
It appeared as though Sammael had little to add to the conversations. At this point his attention lay with the card game played by the individuals who had gathered. He would reach for the cup of tea, now almost empty and raise it to his mouth so that he could drink. The aromatic beverage...
The Tent of el-Farouq was a well maintained if not lavish accommodation. When Lord Blackwell inquired as to whether anything was stolen Sammael would have strode forward, moving deeper into the tent before shrugging his shoulders...
"How would we know? Nothing here seems out of place."...
The Attendants had left, White Swallow in close pursuit and Lord Blackwell after him but Sammael remained in the rear. It appeared as though he had confidence that the others could handle this situation and so he would follow at a leisurely pace. As he had surmised the camp was not under...
"Amol-Kalit is my home."
....Sammael's response to Iesha was to the point though he, himself did not appear to have the complexion of one who frequented the deserts. Indeed, he wasn't as dusky skinned or tanned as one who may have been born to the desert which brought to mind the question of...
A smile graced Sammael's features, welcoming and receptive as he went to answer the White Swallow's question however before he could speak Lord Blackwell had extended a hand to him. Extending his own hand Sammael would shake Blackwell's before it appeared as though he was put offguard when his...
Reclining back amidst the cushions where he sat Sammael remained quiet though attentive as he watched what went on around him. He noted how the Abtati, Iesha seemed to show an interest in the White Swallow. Interesting, he would keep it in mind for a later date though he had to admit the...
The Attendant would nod his head when White Swallow declined the offer of service however as he took a step back he would have added...>>Of course. If you require anything please tell us.<< The Abtati had returned to his duties then, blending with the back ground while Swallow and Lord...
>>Splendid.<<...came the reply of the Abtati who would then direct the White Swallow and Lord Blackwell to the Pavilion Tent before moving off to navigate through the encampment presumably to deliver more invitations.
The Pavilion itself was as impressive as could be imagined. The Low Table...
Nightfall had set in and the caravan came to a halt under the starlight.
Sammael had moved throughout the caravan during the day, ingratiating himself with many of the other caravaneers. Polite introductions, idle chit chat and then he moved on.
He'd been looking for something and he may have...
The Gathering was growing steadily. While Sammael relaxed in the cushions at the side of his low table he'd note that another individual had arrived. Apparently this one had some familiarity with the White Swallow too. Intriguing.
He made a mental note when Iesha introduced herself. Another...
Their names were committed to memory once offered. Sammael's features didn't register with any recognition however he may have heard of the White Swallow in passing. Nodding his head once he would reach for his tea again.
As he held the cup in his hand he'd have leaned forward to blow again...
"I've heard that of Narra."...he would admit with regards to the Hibiscus grown there as though he'd never been to the village. He'd been there before though but it had been many years, perhaps even before the White Swallow was raised there and perhaps also with a different face.
As the tea...
The Arrival of a Winged Elf and children was unexpected. Sammael's gaze twist briefly so that he could appraise the new arrivals and their initial interactions with the Older Couple who ran the Tea House. Watching them Sammael ascertained that the children must be related to the couple however...
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