Greatwater Lake Drag me to death, like a lit cigarette

she had hidden at every opportunity.

they had gone the way of the secret passages, beyond to the woods, and beyond even that! from the lake nazli could make out the shape of the mountains and felt a dreamlike freedom; as if she were indeed dreaming, and any attempt to make sense of her situation would cause the untimely wake to reality.

and there came the crooning of a woman's voice. nazli was afraid to be seen, and so she hid until khaba called for her. when she finally crept from hiding she was clearly disheveled: tinged with a gray-brown mud and sullen, with dark circles by her eyes.

she looked nervously to khaba and shrank back, like a child might.