Lion Head Mesa mirrors

Further up the passage was a turn towards a store room, and along the other side of the wall there were small divots carved in, to leave ledges for decorations.

Nazli kept the lizard with her as she walked but when she came to this turn, she placed both things down and began to arrange the feathers of the bird. Plucking the cleanest ones, placing some upon one ledge or another.

A shape came creeping up behind her. It spoke her name, it spoke of the princess, but in all she heard little of it and spooked readily. A nervous energy frisked from her tailbone to her shoulders, prickling everything up in a wave. Oh! Y-you, you startled me, as was clearly evident.

It was the priest-boy; her darkening eyes caught his face and then averted to the half-plucked bird at her feet. Bits of feather floated in the air or caught in the furs along her face.

I am Nazli, yes? Did he require something?