Lion Head Mesa now my attention span is shot

It was not common for Nazli to associate with the youth of Akashingo. She had been busy lately with her training, her visits with Ramesses, and everything else piling up — and aside from moving Gucci in to his own quarters weeks ago, she had not been privy to the development of them at all. It was not her role; it was more a job for Tavina and the other fellahin.

However, today at least, her path crossed with the pale waif; Nazli did not know their name, and did not know exactly how to address them, only that she was respectful and kept her head down. A shy, Hello, miss... passed from her lips as she side-stepped, hoping to get out of the way in time.