Lion Head Mesa ashes

He was agreeable.
Being with him reminded Nazli of their trip to Mereo, and she half-thought, half-wished, that Makono would come upon them here in the snow. Word among the fellahin was that the Crown Prince had gone — so the hope was in vain.
I have never seen the ground like this before— Nazli admitted; she had been so busy with her lessons between Sayf, and Sokha, and her other work, she hadn't come up for air from the mesa's many winding paths for an age.
Do you... Do you like it? This unnatural cold.