Lion Head Mesa Days fade into a watercolor blur

Nazli quietly slipped from the bed, trying her best not to mess up the furs further than how they'd already been moved about, and took a moment to try and tidy them after. She forgot to tend to her own living furs, which stood at all angles.

Last night was... interesting. The priest murmured, staring off in to space as Nazli came up beside him. She peered respectfully upon the objects he was organizing and saw no rhyme nor reason to them, but said nothing.

Frightening, she admitted; no doubt they thought of the same moment. Unexpected, she offered next, and then went quiet with thought.