Lion Head Mesa persimmon

she still lived in a state of near honeymooning.

even if now she did spend long days praying over the health of her womb, of her home, of her new marriage. then prayed that she might not bring any new life into this world until the winter had come and gone. when the snow no longer clung to the lands beyond akashingo or when the cold at night did not bite so sharp.

it had instilled a further fretfulness in her.

which was why, perhaps, she caught the soft commotion with her tall bat-like ears. perplexed, but most of all worried.

owlishly she peered into the room that nazli 'slept' in now.

are you okay?

her voice soft in case the girl had already fallen asleep again.