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

It was easier to ignore the goings-on. To work until she couldn't; and unlike before, Nazli could not keep up with her duties in her current state, no matter how much she tried. She was relieved soon enough and returned to her personal alcove for a rest.
She dreamt of open fields, of being watched by golems made of red stone, and the laughter of a girl.
Nazli did not often remember her dreams. As the laughter pealed in to the sound of rain, it became a voice, and her eyes fluttered open, to see a looming shadow. For a split-second she thought she still dreamed.
The golem said her name, and she blinked, and saw it was Khaba. She sat up immediately with a confused expression on her face; he was not to be here! Khaba! Her voice was almost a whispered hiss, and she looked to the entrance to the alcove, certain someone would see him.