Lion Head Mesa don't like living in a dirty town

spasmodic.
it sounded dreadful.

nazli had no more questions; but she continued to study the little grains of poppy seed, wondering the entire time what sort of person it took to spoil food. maybe the queen hadn't been the target? food could go anywhere.
it was a dangerous line of thinking that threatened to darken her mind, so nazli shook her head as if it were an etch-a-sketch, unwilling to imagine further.

her work was complete. she patted the last of the bedfurs and looked to tavina.
may i... go? she wanted to check on her brother. that always came after her chores.