Lion Head Mesa i keep digging myself down deeper

Nazli found herself thankful for the move from one room to another, given how dry and hot the days had become. In the lower corridors of the palace where she used to frequent the air was a touch more mild, and places such as the wellspring were oddly cool, being underground; up in this higher chamber where the light could flood between the stony gaps of the mesa, it was still quite warm, but there was a strong breeze that buffeted through those windows too.
She stood near one of these windows now, blinking and narrow-eyed against the sunlight, while the flux of wind brushed across her face. She could see the sky clearly this way; the blue of it seemed to carry forever. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky to be blustered around.
A flash of movement by the gap —! Some sort of bird winged up the mesa's side, darkening her sickly face with a tenebrous mask. The young woman staggered backwards with a jolt.