Lion Head Mesa Days fade into a watercolor blur

There was humor to this man.

Nazli was not often around people with mirth enough to jest; Makono was sometimes funny in her way, derisive of others or catty as any girl could be, and Nazli loved her for it. Otherwise, those of Akashingo were serious in nature. She found she liked the warmth within the hems voice.

I was very tired. Not drunk, though. She had never once tasted a sour berry - though this man sounded well versed in the affects.

Is that what causes such... light-heartedness? Those drinks. She remembered suddenly, the many graphic sounds within the hall from that night and felt her face grow hotter.