Lion Head Mesa You're running out of time.

Any day now and the eye of the pharaoh might turn upon Nazli and become focused; if she was lucky, she could put it off - keep busy with other tasks, and hope his appetites were fed in other ways. Nazli worried. She had learned all she could from verbal lessons and instructions. She still burned with an awkward, childish bashfulness about the whole ordeal.
She took to the snow more often. It was cold and refreshing, but also it was so different outside of the palace walls and she craved the freedom of the outer limits.
Her thoughts could drift as she roamed, and she always returned promptly with plucked herbs, runner birds, or anything else to keep up appearances as a hard worker.