The girl rests her head on her arm and stares off into the distance, lost in memory. "Stories by the fire... i

The girl rests her head on her arm and stares off into the distance, lost in memory. "Stories by the fire... in the desert where I was born... My fondest memory. When the day is done, hosts and guests, parents and children, friends and rivals, all gather by the fire under the stars to tell their tales. All they did, all they witnessed, all they heard from other travelers, and the whispers carried by the desert wind…"