Ocean's Breath Plateau an oyster desires nothing, dear boy

she may have kept to the camp more than the others, but nazli was an observant person. the time the group had stayed within the village gave her ample time to watch, to listen, and to gather information.

it was nazli's habit of doing her worship before the stars, and before the goddess nwt, that brought her out of the tent and towards the beach.

on the way, she saw the leader of the village—rodyn—moving along the sand; she wondered if it would be appropriate to approach him, and decided to follow.

the slow decline of the sun brought a riot of color to the sky! the only time nazli had seen anything close to this was within akashingo, and while the colors were equally vibrant, they bounced from the waves and the sea was glittering with pink and orange.

she settled near to the man but not too close, implying with the austere bow of her head that she was happy to see him but equally ready to do her prayers if he did not want to be disturbed.