Lion Head Mesa smoke

nazli had served her well in mereo.

she intended to bring the girl again when another trip commenced. even if she loathed the next trip not being one of her own.

regardless, she turned a usually cold lapis gaze into warmth at the sight of her. timely as usual. makono never had to worry with her attendance or behavior.

come, come!

almost sisterly in tone.

but she wished to hear the things that nazli's ears picked, beyond the reaches of makono.