Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

how foolish!
the oil saturated the furs even while racharra tried to help; they were ruined! there was no way to remedy this except to dispose of the furs and hope for new ones; and while nazli knew this (truly she was horrified to have done such a heinous thing while visiting akashingo) her focus remained upon her belly, and on racharra, and on the embarrassment burning inside of her for being discovered.

she gives a sigh and shakes her head. no, no, there is nothing to be done. about the furs, anyway. the hemet hurries to set the incense upright again, although without the oil there is no use for it. another thing to be thrown out.

i was... praying. nazli went on to admit once things were back in their place. she looks sheepishly to the furs, then out the window to the open sky with its many stars. asking, rather. asking Nwt for a blessing. but i suppose i got my answer.
her eyes trace racharra's, and she's smiling as if there is some small joke between them, and as she looks away again there is a sadness in the dark of her iris.