“My name is Jinni.” It was the only thing he could think to say, desperately wanting her to know his name. Wanting to share a piece of himself, miniscule though it was.
She licked her lips. “My name is, Paz.”
He smiled. A traveler had journeyed to his Kingdom long ago, bringing a caravan of servants who’d spoken in foreign tongues. One in particular, a green eyed beauty, had taught him bits of her language. A lyrical, romantic language called Spanish.
“Peace,” he said, “Paz, means peace.”
She smiled and something painful twisted in his chest. “Yes, Paz means peace.”
Oh, now I know why I don't join the group, I can never seem to stick with just six sentences. :p
Anyway, happy reading all!