Naaghai Lowlands Slang

Eset follows Tuna’s warm smile with her eyes, wondering. She did dream of so many things, ones that should not have tempted low-born handmaidens.

Yet; “I… cannot imagine a life bigger than this one,” she realizes, “working in a grand palace, and being here, now.” In the vastness of these wilds which stole from her long, fevered stares.

She could imagine her mother’s family in a desert like this. Until now she’d always felt some obligation to let it be lost into the part of herself inherited from her father.

“It is not defending our home or communing with the gods,” she continues, “but I like the work we do. For me, it is all things I suppose.” It was the prospect of designing a world- one that could be the vision of fellahin.

“Tell me of your dreams, Tuna,” she prompts, returning a look of intrigue.