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did the magic have to come with everything trying to fuck me?
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She trails a hand through her exhausted partner's hair. 

"What's your name?", she asks. 

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She hesitates, and then...

"Sunset."

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"I will see you tomorrow morning, Sunset, if you are still here. Until then, rest well. And thank you for the fruit."

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"We stay three days, take fruit, water, go city next." She gives Eva a thumbs-up and grins. "Good fuck. Tomorrow I trade you glass for sign."

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"Thank you. I'll be there to trade glass for sign."

And out she goes from the tent, into the desert — and then into her stone cavern from there. 

She sleeps the sleep of the deeply delighted.

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Over the next three days, she learns much about the locals from Sunset and her caravan. They indeed have sex for everything — trade negotiations, boredom, as a sleep aid. She learns a smattering of sign faster than she should, but not enough to make her really conversant. She makes a bracelet of Sunset's jewel as a reminder. It feels like comfort and grace and rest.

By the end of the three days, she has a map of the immediate surroundings, a small collection of jeweled bracelets from other erokami associated with the caravan who tried their luck against her, and directions to the closest city. It takes taxes in sex and art, and between her new gifts in writing and sculpture and her new gifts in eroticism, she has enough of both to appease the local sultan. 

She stays a few days extra, though it strains her bond and her pill supply, and on the last day of her stay she becomes officially a tax-paying citizen of Third Oasis, with Sunset interpreting for her (and taking a finder's fee.) 

She's going to be okay. 

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