A cool desert breeze ruffled both Nazmi and Samir's long hair, kissing their skin gently as it passed. They had made their way to the Prince's garden, and the nymph felt a contentedness settle deep in her chest. Despite the… dark nature of the plants that he fostered, they felt like home to her.
It wasn't midnight yet, and Nazmi wanted to wait until it was a bit closer to time before she fell deep into a meditative state. So, instead of starting right away, she seated herself a short distance away from the fountain. She thought back to the view that the Prince had described to her the last time they were there together, how he said the moonlight appeared to trickle down into the river.
She positioned herself in a way that she would be able to see it when the moon reached its pinnacle. It really did sound beautiful.
