DK: Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Yasmina. And may I say, you have striking eyes.
Yas: You may of course say what you will. Eyes are the mirrors into a soul, which explains why so many of you non world woman do not wear veils.
DK: Um, I'm sorry, I'm not certain I understand your meaning.
Yas: I mean nothing. Or perhaps I do.
DK: All right. So, tell us a bit about yourself.
Yas: What is there to tell? I am a woman and I run His household.
DK: His...being. . . The Pain Master?
Yas: Some call Him that.
DK: I thought it was His name.
Yas: A name is something one chooses for him or her self is it not?
DK: Well, usually the parents choose the name.
Yas: Not when the seedling grows into a tree.
DK: Okay. So, how long have you worked for the Pain Master?
Yas: Our work can not be measured in months or years.
DK: It can't?
Yas: No.
DK: *gestures* Do you always wear a veil?
Yas. Yes.
DK: What work do you do for the Pain Master?
Yas: I already told you.
DK: What are your specific duties?
Yas: I help with the training and the marketing.
DK: What sort of training?
Yas: Whatever the one needs at the time.
DK: What did Kylie need?
Yas: Only to believe in the fire her spark could ignite.
DK: And what was that?
Yas: What she needed.
DK: *crossing one leg over the other* Did anyone ever tell you talking in riddles isn't fun?
Yas: *smiles and stands* May your path be sunny. Good bye.
DK: Well, good bye *talks to empty room*
One last photo of Yasmina, woman of mystery.
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