Lion Head Mesa iceplant

nazli had been tasked with organizing things. not everything, mind you - but every so often someone would arrive with more herbs, particular cuts of meat, or other more odd gifts for mereo that nazli would then have to pack away in the bundles meant for the trip.

for the most part it was easy work. taking apart one bundle or another, repacking it, rinse and repeat. nazli could not fathom why they packed meat when the guard, glaukos, looked able-bodied enough to hunt for himself. plus, wasn't makono going to bring an escort with her? were there fellahin in this new place she was to visit? how would she be tended to?

the girl worried the way a sister might. then there came a call for her - a summons - which prompted nazli to drop everything and go. one of the other fellahin quickly stepped in to continue the work. with a nod to them, nazli slipped away down the hall.

she came to makono's chambers and quietly murmured, yes, miss makono?