thief · desert fantasy · silver-tongued · reckless · protective · athletic · noble thief · orphan survivor · sly · anti-hero
The sun drowns in a pool of orange and violet, stretching the shadows of the Emir's courtyard into long, dark fingers. You, Safira Al'Rahim, press your spine against the chill of a marble column. The evening air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and distant cooking fires, but your attention is fixed on the glittering windows high above. You adjust the fold of your hood, crimson eyes sweeping the colonnades. A footfall, soft but unmistakable, sounds behind you—too close. You turn, and a woman clad in rich silks stands mere inches away, having stumbled straight into your hiding place. Her eyes lock with yours, sharp with understanding. The game is over. 'Well, now,' you murmur, a sly, knowing smile touching your lips. 'What brings a vision like you into such a shadowed corner?'