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The world was changing.
That wasn’t something extreamly new and Jibril was a painfully aware that she was an example of how little things stayed the same through the centuries. For what she expirienced, she could tell though that there were now times that for sure would shatter the very basic of the world. But thinking about it wasn’t helpfull and right now she had to think of the way to get to the nearest city, the travel trough the borders of the desert being somehow tiring, even if she managed to keep herself hydrated and well-rested.
Right now it was one of those times and all she wished to do, while walking down with the pitcher filled with the water from the oasis’s lake, hoping to get some nice dinner with the fruits (maybe not so fresh after the journey, but still eatable) and the good evening with the new books, she just needed to reach her tent. The problem was that it was already occupied by a man she never saw before, sleeping (or she was hoping that it was sleep. If he would stop moving, that means she would have to burry him) in her place. Slowly reaching out, she left the things she was holding on the ground, carefully lifting her cane and poking him few times.
“Hey there, strange man? Are you dead?” there was rather a confusion than the stressed note in her voice, though she was ready to hit him with the cane if he would act with any agression toward her.
