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Fasee woke to a cold wind blowing about her ears, and a strong, sharp aroma filling her nostrils. She sneezed, twice, and got up all in a rush, shaking herself. Spotting Talee a few feet away, she ambled over and huddled close to her sister’s warmth. ‘No one said it would be cold in the Kingdom,’ she complained.
Yasmine’s voice answered her, though the jinn-woman was nowhere in sight. ‘It is because we are up very high, I think.’
Fasee ventured as far as the tent’s entrance, and poked out her nose. The flap had opened upon an indigo sky, hazy with moonlight and silver-touched clouds. Nothing else could she discern amongst the darkness.
She gave a sniff, and the sharp scent engulfed her. Was it… herbs? ‘Is this the Kingdom?’ she said, suspicious.
‘I am not yet sure,’ said Yasmine, he
