Lion Head Mesa rises the moon

The dark woman said nothing; Nazli almost regretted asking her anything, as she felt the palpable sorrow and saw how it weighed her down. How could she so foolishly expect the mazoi to speak of her wants? Of course she wanted; of course there had been loss, and it was not something Nazli could return to her.

The princess Toula spoke then. She asked that they sup there by the altar, to which Nazli nodded; she did this more out of habit than acquiescence, and kept her gaze averted from them both.

Yes, miss. I will bring a meal for you. Something small but fresh, which would be easy to digest if either the shadow or the golden spark were to seek it. Nazli was away with swift steps, drifting briefly from their company.

Feel free to skip Nazli for a round or two!