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

Ra was going to bed. already the countless children of Nwt were arriving, silvery-pale, blocked now by the ozone and the slanting light which made them appear ghostly. as the sun descended the colors would erupt, then calm, and the sky would be a riot of starlight. this is what nazli waited for.

the man appeared quite taken with the sunset; he broke the stillness by speaking the name of the hemet and she gave a small nod, watching him, smiling; and his effort to make friendly banter were well received.

yes, it has been a very good visit for all involved. i hear as much, anyway. she had only heard bits and pieces, having not been actively involved in the trades themselves, but she was glad to have come for the journey.

the way he watched the sky was curious to her, but she did not want to probe where she might not have belonged. there was a look of enjoyment upon his face but also of hurt, or something missing. nazli saw it even as he looked to her and gave a nod of his own.

i had never seen water like this before, she went on to admit, having decided it was better not to insert herself unnecessarily in to details she had no business knowing. this was an easier point of conversation. but it is beautiful. and... admittedly, a little frightening. she chuckles softly, as if wary to admit this.