Lion Head Mesa Took my last breath, like the smoke from my lips

Before he would go, there was one final task he was drawn to. His final service to Akashingo. At least, what good was left of it.

The word would be out soon. But as of yet, not to everyone.

While the mazoi and healers were away, Khaba snuck into the den in which @Nazli often stayed.

She had been sleeping when he found her. Gentle, but eager, he prodded with his nose. Nazli...