Spice

The scent of the market was intoxicating. There were so many colors and scents she hadn’t felt before. Her caravan had traveled across the mountains, and here in the desert, they had found their trading post. She wondered if they had anything to give the people of the sand. Their spices burned her mouth and warmed her whole body. Their silk was the finest she had seen. With what they bought here, they would be rich back home. The colored patterns in their dresses and garments were like ...