Post by Badr al-Miraj on Mar 24, 2014 6:53:55 GMT
Badr was sat cross legged around a small fire - up just before the sun was fully risen. A hand carved wooden cup was filled with coffee, brewed dark with no milk or sugar to take the bitter edge off. A pot stood keeping warm by the fire with a small stack of cups equally as hand carved, just in case anyone else chose to visit him. He did not wish to appear rude to them. Which was the reason he also had a small pot of milk next to the coffee pot. While he would drink his black, others may wish to take some of the kick out, and it was only the rules of hospitality that he should oblige them. Same as the roughly carved chairs - one of which he'd moved away from where he'd taken to sit.
He was careful to keep his feet tucked under him, seated cross legged, his working eye staring into the fire captured by its mesmerizing dance. His mind was recalling the past.
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He was careful to keep his feet tucked under him, seated cross legged, his working eye staring into the fire captured by its mesmerizing dance. His mind was recalling the past.
Tag: [HASH]BadrMessenger
