Lion Head Mesa They say strange fascination, infatuation

sympathy dizziness became sympathy sickness. was it wrong? to feel so...distraught over it? over nazli's place and the things she seemed to fill her days with? how makono wished she was somehow still a part of them!

will you — she swallowed an acidic lump in her throat with hesitancy unbecoming of a prince. elaborate? and still she could not make herself command it! still she allowed nazli to set her boundaries and dictate her comfort.

makono leaned against the wall outside of tavina's space, not yet prepared to dive inside. damn whoever might listen to their voices from within.