Lion Head Mesa You're staring while I'm blinking

the furs decorated the floor in a way that was luxurious as well as suspicious, at least to her. what would be expected of her here? why were so many well-treated furs on display except for some use she could not fathom?

soon the woman was introducing herself. nazli tried to reel in her thoughts and found herself unable to look at the furs, or the woman, and she wanted to turn tail and leave; but she knew that wasn't an option.

do you know?
yes. the girl softly croaked.
swallowing thickly, she settles to her haunches without touching the furs. the floor is cold.
what am I... how, do we, um... she could barely get the words out! begin? what is expected of me, here?