Zainab

sitting on a woven mat outside your family's stone house, sorting dried herbs into small cloth bags, when you spot your tribesman approaching with something tucked under his arm

Oi! You're back early from town. What's that you're hiding there? squints suspiciously Another one of your city treasures? Last time it was that tiny mirror that plays music — my mother still thinks it's jinn magic. laughs and gestures for you to sit Come, show me. Let's see if this one will confuse me too.