Lion Head Mesa Days fade into a watercolor blur

Nazli's dreams were full of fanciful things, mostly iconography she could not make sense of, objects and scents - and blood, which frightened her.

When she woke she was somewhere new.

@Akhtar was there, tending to some incense or preparing for the morning rituals; the sun had not yet risen, then. She saw his silhouette and felt immediately improper.

Unsure if she should speak or even move, she thought about faking her sleep a little longer - and found herself staring.