Redsand Canyon sycamore

she could let the silence settle, following nazli with ease.

weaving serpents in the water.

it would be a rare thing, but they were hidden from eyes. khaba patrolled the oasis. akashingo's eyes did not lay here in mereo. so she took this privacy to groom nazli in return. they were both images of akashingo.

and nazli was her...jewel. her lilac. treasured and cherished.

makono did not speak to the tearful welling of emotion in her eyes that moment.