Lion Head Mesa lotus

Nazli heard, and gave a slow nod of understanding. When she glanced fleetingly to Makono she found their eyes were not upon her now, but afield. She looked as if she contained a storm, and maybe that was what she'd summoned with the sacrifice of the horse; those blue eyes were so dark, now.

She did not know if it was right to pry, or to break the quiet. Instead she lingers there and waits for dismissal - or to hear what is on her mind, whichever comes first.