Redsand Canyon sycamore

in all her days as fellahin, which was by happenstance all her days, nazli had not once been invited in to the wellspring; that was something reserved for the mature, the divine. it was a blessing none had taken a fancy to her in such a way.

a blessing also, that it was makono who now invited her. but this was not the wellspring; perhaps that alone was what drew nazli to joining the crown prince within the water.

it was her first time. she tried not to feel too giddy, and focused on cleaning the tangles and the dirt from makono's coat as she'd witnessed tavina do for others.

it is much colder here than home, nazli had noticed.

how long is your visit?