Lion Head Mesa She rings like a bell through the night.

Against her better judgement perhaps, Nazli felt contented enough to stay there. It was warm and welcoming the way that he held her, and she at once was reminded of the spacious bed of the priest quarters; Senmut smelled vaguely like incense now, and dust, in that sunbaked way of the earth.

Do not let me rest too long, please. Her voice felt so juvenile for that moment. I have much to do today, and it cannot wait.

Already her eyes were half-closed, and she drowsed beside the boy. Awake, asleep, somewhere in the middle with him.