Lion Head Mesa She rings like a bell through the night.

Her sparse coat was blushed by the sand where it was shorter, wind-whipped where it grew long, as her strides carried her back the way she'd come. Between her teeth she held a strange stone wider than it was tall, with one knobby end and one sharp end as if it had snapped during its formation; it looked more like a bone than anything, and was encased around one edge with a shiny, stony material.

She was looking for the hem, and sought out the priest's quarters immediately. @Senmut might have been there had it not been so late - Nazli had not realized how long she had been off on her own, having indulged herself.

So much talk of adventures and rising up, and she had felt bold after the party; bold enough to shirk some of her duties for the first time under the guise of doing her work for pharaoh; now the stars were beginning to wink awake, and she was a mess.