Lion Head Mesa i'll fake god today

omg the attitude

all at once her vision was filled with the loveliness of brocade gold. the harsh blue of makono's eye was upon nazli now, and her voice as sharp as any spear.
i—! the fellahin stopped short. her coat fluffed out, which wasn't so noticable given its thin nature, but there was no mistaking the flare of upset that shot through nazli's expression. she had to remember her lessons and tempered herself immediately.
her eyes averted.
my apologies, high-ness, my chores -- they distracted me. i did not realize the time... was it wrong to lie to royalty? or to lie at all, if it was necessary? nazli had not been coached either way.
she only waited now to see what makono would do.