Redsand Canyon sycamore

a month sounded long, but six! that was a lifetime to the girl. it was her whole life, from the first memory she could recall to this new one she now formed with makono.

what kind of person would the crown prince be in six months time, if she stayed and trained among these men for so long? —i do not believe such a stay will be permitted. she admitted.

the sound of the water moving was all that answered makono, as nazli adjusted and worked quietly. it was good to know the plan even though she did not feel qualified to hold such an audience; but this was her friend first, the crown prince second, so long as they were within the oasis.

are you... excited? the girl asked of her mistress. if it were me, i think i would be nervous, but that is like excited - both, perhaps. she did not doubt that makono, of divine blood, could handle whatever the soldiers had her do. she would astound them.