The Fire Temple of Taft, continued

We followed the street with the Farvahar, peeking into every courtyard, and finally found the temple.

Unfortunately, it was locked.

The woman below came out of her house when she heard us, and when she realized we were visitors, she offered us a dish of pink roses, and invited us each to take one. They were sweet and fragrant, the way roses ought to be but seldom are anymore, and while Goli hunted down the son of the woman who had a key to the temple, we loitered in the street and just smelled our roses.