Spotted Eagle Mountain pomegranate

they ran, they played. like children! it was silly how they moved, less like their born-to roles and more like sisters.

nazli was breathless now as she ran. the nips of makono sparked something similar to how nazli felt when senmut stared at her, as his eyes were so intense, and her touch brought the same.

it was too bad they would be so far from home, in some sense. better for the two of them, though; away from those hallways and the many eyes, free to act how they wanted (within reason); to be who they wanted (so far as it would benefit them) — pretending, at least for the month ahead, that the whole world belong to them.