the azure of its spring skies was clearer , more vibrant , the reds and vermilions starting to infuse the horizon as the sun descended were richer in range and depth , its breeze , even in the airport where jet exhaust should have masked everything , felt crisper , more fragrant , its very ambiance permeated by the echoes of history , the lure of roots that tugged at her through her connection with mennah , whose blood ran thick with this kingdom 's legacy .