Lion Head Mesa black shuck

There was much that Nazli did not know. It felt a bit queer to have a name for this (amun), a bit of knowledge as title for what she had yet to learn. But she was glad for it.

She liked to hear Tavina speak; more importantly, the woman was receptive to Nazli's presence and gave positive feedback which the little one craved.

Ah-moon, she remarked softly, as if to pledge herself to the word. Reciting it again and again, ah moo, ah moo... moon, until a yawn came to interrupt her.