Lion Head Mesa life doesn't always go my way

Nazli did not think of herself as creative. She was a workaholic, and a people-pleaser, but nobody had trained her in the arts of any kind. She only knew pieces of hymns from what she'd heard from Senmut, and did not know any deeper meanings. But she did not want to disappoint him either.

Thinking quietly to herself, she recited what Senmut had already spoken aloud, over and over. She closed her eyes and tried to feel for the right words, her brow scrunching, her nose crinkling just a smidge as if she were trying to dredge up a physical thing from the depths of her mind, or maybe her heart.

Her face relaxed as she said, Let your mind calm, such as the... sky, in the daylight?

As her eyes opened, she focused at once upon Senmut - and then let out a small girlish laugh! I am sorry, that wasn't very good!