Spotted Eagle Mountain pomegranate

she was riled by it all.

as if akashingo washed off of her with each bump of nazli, each touch loosened the holds of home. she cared not if eyes watched them in these moments. at the worst it could be construed as forging bonds or poorly beginning her training.

she moved to carefully nip at a tall lilac ear.

she could not put into words (not yet, at least) her appreciation for nazli. the things she would do for the lilac! one of the few she would never give empty words to.