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

His voice kept her from fully sleeping, and when he called to her to wake her, Nazli's eyes opened first to slits and then carefully wider, while the sunlight touched upon her iris and filled them with blazing bronze. Squinting next through her lashes, she looked away.

The girl got to her feet begrudgingly. The cloth was warm where she had been, and the air around her now felt cold in place of Senmut's body. Her mouth opened as if to say something - commend him on his voice, perhaps - but it felt invasive to do so; this was some holy rite he performed, and Nazli wasn't some holy thing.

So instead she offered a small smile, the bow of her head - as she went to gather the object she had brought to Senmut for his perusal - and with a final glance upon him in his full golden brilliance, slipped away, to seek a servant's door.