Desert life is hot and lonely. The wind always blows, the dunes change from one place to the next. For the Raiding

parties of the gobi, the wind, DuNes, and desert was home,in the canyons and caves men stayed and collected wealth from Caravaners. Diego Was One such Raider, NOT Particularly wealthy but he knew the sands and wind like his mother and Father, Diego loved the freedom of Riding his horse and taking what would, otherwise, take decades to achieve. He was a thief

well liked and watched among his peers. He was always careful though to Not be followed back to his home. His caution was well known, that’s why all who tried to

followed him and ended up going in circles in the canyon, he called home. He lived in a cave, up a sharp hill with a sharper turn. His horse was of a smaller, but faster breed capable of navigating his home with ease. Diego was in town one day. He was in disguise buying provisions for his home, food and necessities, In the marketplace, trading his “wares” when he saw the most beautiful desert flower, sunning her on a rooftop. Her purple gown exemplified

her own purple eyes and smile. Her white hood barely hid her jet black hair. Truly a woman worth living, fighting, and dying for. He had to meet her.

Diego had his run with whore houses, of course. But this was a princess among peasants, a flower among weeds. Diego

stashed his good with his horse at a reputable inn, then returned to the house market place and climbed to the Rooftops to see if she was still there. She was shining brighter than the moon reflecting

the sun. She danced in the light among others at a festive party, Diego was entranced as she swayed and laughed with others.

Diego saw the white linens of the men at the party and saw some

linen nearby. He borrowed some water from a nearby rain bucket, cleaned himself real good, put the linen on, a bit snug but doable. Diego hopped from roof top to rooftop using all his rougeish cunning. When he finally made it to his destination he clutch on to the ledge and waited for his opportunity to join the dance. He found it in.

an instant, he hopped on up and instantly began to clap his hands to the rhythm of the music, it was as if he had been there the entire time, dancing and singing the folk songs that he knew and learning those that he did not Diego caught the eye of his desert flower twice. She faltered just a little each time. It was as if she knew everyone here, but she did not know him. Diego stopped dancing for a while to catch his breath, drink some punch, and snag

a bite of food. He listened in to the Nearby conversation. The party was the wedding celebration for his flower. A flower that had already been cut and jarred. The party was fun but Diego had lost his reason for being there. He decided to leave the same way he came in. This was a prize that he could not steal. 

Diego left the Roof top, he Retrieved his disguise, and climbed off the roof back down to the Marketplace. He paid a vendor

for some salted meat and made his way back to the inn. It was a good day even if he didn’t win the prize. Diego would return home back to work the next day, Raiding may tomorrow and be honest, but it allows him to leave. When he wants to Diego had a peaceful night at the inn. The inn keeper fixed. He had a decent breakfast, he paid his dues and left on his horse.

It was several miles back to his home. He circled a few times in the sand and once in the canyon to shake off any pursuers. Upon returning to his cave, he made sure that his horse was watered and fed. Venturing further in Diego’s couch was near to a natural spring. Diego

Did not have want for much in his home, food alone could be bought

cheaply. Where and women too. He settled down on his couch, and went to

sleep.