Spotted Eagle Mountain pomegranate

caught then, in her fib. she loved all of the work; all the mindlessness, all the careful tending-to of things, the organizing, the silence. she thought a lot as she worked.

she thought now of senmut and paled when makono asked her question.

a smile appears upon her face, and she leaves the amulet alone.

i think... the wellspring, its cleaning. it can be pleasant during warmer days, but with the cooling of the air the water gets sharper and sharper. it is harder to clean. it is almost painful to touch, she says this with a small shake of her head before quieting.

nazli does not know what else to say, given the changes lately within their home, and within herself. she does wonder if makono has changed yet, if she has taken on some shift of the spirit after becoming the crown prince; but she feels compelled not to ask.