Fairspell Meadow Don't tell me I'm too hard to please

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The pharaoh had gone away with his new bride, which meant postponing the visit to Mereo and the training of the crown prince. This meant Nazli was left to do her usual routine of duties: cleaning, mostly; tending to Makono's needs and helping out the priests with their rituals, as needed.

Lately she had been given leave to explore the meadow, more and more. It wasn't truly a break from her work - she still had an escort from the mazoi, and she still had a long list of requests to accomplish. Yet as the hours wore away, Nazli found comfort in the new space, attuned to the strengthening scents of autumn as they overpowered everything. She took her time to gather flowers, or check herbs; sometimes she found seeds, too, which she added to her collection.

More often she could roam far from the guard. The meadow felt safe. She rarely encountered other living things - birds, mostly. A trio of ravens croaked nearby and Nazli paused to listen; then they flew nearby. Not so near she could see them, but enough to hear the wssssh of the air across their wings.

Her mind wandered to more serious things. Senmut, Makono, Jawahir - expectations, mostly. A certain level of fear accompanied her thoughts, staved off by Nazli's own willpower. These could make good honey, she murmured over some seeds, then: Oh, this herb might work for Tavina! Gathering, focusing, doing her best to be useful.

The ravens came again - closer - and there was a glimpse of something golden. Nazli froze for a moment and dropped the bundle she had been fashioning, and then sighed something under her breath when she saw the seeds scatter - Oh, bother!