Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Melody, oblivious as ever, noticed nothing. Senmut, She said, wrinkling her nose slightly. I talked to Akhtar once. I didn't like it, her tone implied.

It's uh, interesting. Stressful, a little, She evaded the question without really meaning to, still uncertain of the answer herself. What's your name, anyway? What do you do? Melody glanced over the frail girl, trying to imagine her doing any sort of work and failing. Maybe she was a noble! It would certainly explain many things.