Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

it is unfair to ask for deeper truths when the girl is still so young, thinks nazli. she only wants to be present and attentive, to be useful, and listens to the way racharra speaks of these things as any priestess might; this room was a confessional as much for herself as it was for the nebet.

it is clear she is not prepared for marriage, and that is right. her opinion of it mirrors what nazli feels in her own heart. it should not be decided by anyone else; it was not to be decree'd by anyone except maybe the Gods, should they take an interest. better to know oneself first, and well, before seeking anything more.

as for children, nazli witnesses a deeper understanding than perhaps racharra means to expose.

i have not seen anyone abandoned, here. i remember growing up with one Crown Prince, and then tending to the Queen when our beloved Toula was born; the sisters shared only half-blood through their Divine Father, but they were loved. they were cherished, even. and they were close. but that was the story of akashingo, and nazli wondered about the origin of the nebet; she who was born to greatwater and held the blood of a giant.

some mothers should not have been mothers, nazli voices, her face becoming tense a moment. a thin smile creeps upon her face, and her dark eyes look almost hollow. and sometimes it is better to choose one later in life. like i have done with tavina; she has always been my mother, although she did not birth me. if she were to ever have sons they would be my brothers, and her daughters would be my sisters—and i think she knows this.

nazli tried to reach out then, to touch racharra's shoulder gently. you do not need to have all of these answers now.