<< Habebna - Ahmed Saad >>
When they arrived at the market square, the Festival of Rain was already alive and filled with the familiar sights and sounds of his first life.
From the children playing in puddles in the streets, to bands of street performers that played music from a temporary stage and the endless stalls of food, wine, and various trinkets for sale.
The earlier storm had settled into a light drizzle; enough for the Nasiru citizens to be dancing in the streets with water splashing at their feet and their hair saturated with rain, so that every drop appeared to shimmer under the runic lights that had been strung from post to post beneath the banners.
Kai had been to several of these events in his first life, but never after winning the Desert Race, he had never walked there hand in hand with Rameses, and never with the threaded red band around his wrist that Rami kept running his thumb across in reverence.
