*The nomads listen to the songs relatively impassively, though some of the younger ones are quite intent and focused as they listen. Still, they do not seem frightened by the sinister song, nor particularly moved by the love song.*
*One of the nomads looks at Nurlan after he finishes.*
"It would seem that you wish to hear a story of this place?...Perhaps it's name...There is a tale of a beautiful Djinni woman who fell in love with a mortal man of the desert. Their romance was...a beautiful thing, at first. She disguised herself as a mortal woman, and they were to be married. But on their wedding night, atop a high tor overlooking a sweeping sunset...she revealed herself to him in full, and he was torn apart in the winds..."
"They say her grief bound her to this place...that rock formation is known for unusually high rainfall, the tears of that tragic lady of the air...At least, so they say."