Lion Head Mesa aldurus

She had tried to sleep. Her body rested, but her mind continued to spin after her brief conversation with Tavina; no others came to her for hours, not to ask about her trip, not to commandeer her for work - or training.
Nazli struggled to truly rest.
The only thing that kept her from openly weeping was her own imagination: picturing herself free and running, farther and farther from this place.
There did eventually come a voice at the door, and this time it was not Tavina.