Lion Head Mesa got me with that feline guise

The woman rose to leave and Nazli watched her, and bowed her head sharply.

It was good talking with you, Miss Treva. It would not be long before the mazoi was elevated beyond the realm of servicemen, and Nazli knew she would miss these moments, fleeting as they were already.

When the woman departed the girl turned back to her meal and picked carefully at it, though she did not eat much; and when she spied the alignment of the sun above, knew she had little time to eat regardless, and would have to find a place to bury it for later.