Lion Head Mesa Go Play With Your Blocks

There’d only been two that she’d come to see.
Her eyes centered a focus upon Nazli, head to a quirk, ashy paws pressing deep to the floor until they became featherlight.

Her neck extended, her nose taking quick, soft inhales of her scent. A coat of lilac. Sorrowful eyes, dark as a cobras. That this, her, this woman, and this girl, rooted to the center of her belonging. Of her purpose. Of which she had failed.

And she had failed Seth.

Or he would not have left her.

She had tried to understand, and she understood now that this would have been why. Legend had done everything right, but this. Though, do not tell her, do not explain to her, that even now she did not understand. Even now, if she tried, she would only learn to know fractions. But she saw one thing here, and that was that for all of the time Legend had spent looking for her,

It had been her who was found.

Why had she made a mistake?

Legend was starved and had hardly taken a bite yet, but her mouth was desperate to drool. She held it in! Looked ugly when she drooled! “It good! I love. And-“ her head quirked the other way. Confirmation. “You? You Nazli?”