Lion Head Mesa They say strange fascination, infatuation

she shouldn't.

but the smell of nazli had beckoned her much too long and like a greedy mazoi, makono trailed down the halls. only the smell of nazli had somehow become...acidic the longer she had followed it.

and then the sound hit her as well when she drew close, found herself confused and concerned.

nazli? her voice strained in her own throat.