Spotted Eagle Mountain They're throwing bottles at your house.

the guard was all but forgotten in these moments.

she had eyes only for the field and the sun and the birds and —

nazli! she called, voice far off from the usual harsh summons that she used in akashingo. makono had found something new out here in the mountainside and meadows, the rivers washing some of the deeper scents of akashingo off of her. she would recompose herself come mereo, but for now she felt as free as the eagles.

whenever the lilac girl was near enough, makono would greet her by leaning near her ear.

i'm glad you're with me, she whispered, a touch out of breath but smiling all the same. this soldier is so...boring, despite everything around us. she snickered softly. sticking close to her company.