Lion Head Mesa shadows sway to light up my life

The slow nod she gave as she listened made the room fuzzy for a moment, but Nazli said nothing of this, and when the queasy feeling abated she could put more focus on the conversation. She did not want to cause any undue worry, not after the great scare Tavina must have experienced upon seeing her first stagger in off the dunes those weeks ago.
Nazli took the tea happily. It helped to steady her.
I could... send someone to Fairspell, she remarked. There are many things growing there that we don't get here. Maybe some of it would be useful? And... it would mean less work for us.
She fondly thought of her gardening attempts, and the bees, and loosed a sigh that dredged deep in to her belly. It would be a long time before Nazli could venture that far herself.
As for a workplace, Nazli smiled - thin, worn, but happy and amenable to the idea.