Redsand Canyon sycamore

the princess descended. she seemed to be steeped in doubt for that moment, yet lingered crocodilian at the surface with an ominous, curling smile which appeared as she mentioned the mazoi.

maybe he likes you, nazli jested in the manner of a girl, sister-to-sister. the very idea was repulsive to the fellahin for all the knowledge she had gained prior to this trip; things she kept hidden from the crown prince, as she was told. or maybe your father threatened his head if anyone touches you.

nazli wondered what having a father was like.