Lion Head Mesa no more listless invitations

No.

Her voice cut through Nazli's acquiescence, her eyes trained in front of her. Wading, the water billowing in rings around. . .

The memory of labor pains, tight in her belly.

She swiveled, then, surveying the girl with sharp bi-colored eyes. 

You're so young, she remarked, frowning. Shouldn't I be looking after you?

A sweet, whole girl; Maegi longed to clutch her to her breast, despite the young woman being beyond weaning. Her head ached, and she stumbled, lips going under;

Saved herself, head lurching upward;

She staggered to the shallows and shore, skull pounding per usual.