Lion Head Mesa [ wp ] here i am at six o'clock in the morning

afternoon of the 19th. not actually taking place at 6am. 

his head pounded like a solicitor on the door of a blue collar household, and gucci had numerous regrets and newfound creeds, first of which was that alcohol was poured onto this earth by the devil himself.

but, he had sent @Nazli with an invitation to lady @Aquene, and since it had been accepted, the neb had work to do.

the little man couldn't very well admit guests to his own, cramped alcove that couldn't be aired out no matter the efforts, so a wellspring date it was. he called for the most untouched chunks of meat from the feast (which were few, and definitely not the choice picks) to be brought there on leftover reed plates, along with a conservative dose of fermented berries, and a bone cup of honey. 

the wellspring itself had obviously seen use that day, and the fellahin were too scattered to aid him in wiping it into a presentable state. the noble ended up pushing a wet pelt around the pool corner where he intended to receive his guest, and after dragging it to dry, himself pulled in a large sheepskin from his quarters, and a far smaller rabbitskin from the same.

the exhausted chihuhua then awaited his guest rigidly seated upon the rabbitskin, sloppily folded sheepskin on the other side of a display of medium-to-lower quality foodstuff, his whiskers nervously twitching, one eye slightly bloodshot and good lawd e'ery curse o' this world upon th' bitter succulence o' temptouss snakefruit!

Midas was not the guest the other was expecting. The young boy had smelled strange scents and seeing it was mixed with the one he called papa, the boy had gotten curious. He wasn't often without his sister @Medusa, who might be lingering in the shadows or a little behind him. Midas walked step by step closer. One paw stood in... something?. It might be food. Midas continued until his nose bumped into the small creature. "You smell weird," he commented coolly.

His paws noticed the change in texture, something soft. His nose moved to it to investigate. As a child, he still explored with his mouth and bit into it. He gave it a tug, it did something to his brain. He wanted to bite and tear it. So he did.

Sorry he is so awful xD

Aquene had not expected to receive so many invitations to meet with nobility. She had not considered how her recent change of position might have brought about such intrigue until she received word from Nazli that a wolf named Gucci had requested her presence. She had began to make her way through the halls, a frown on her features as she could not recall having met the man prior. She had been making an honest effort to learn as many names and faces as possible.
 
That effort had only doubled when she had met her sister-in-law, the one she hadn’t known she had.
 
Her eyes widened when Gucci was revealed to be a tiny creature that looked more the size of a light breakfast than the stature of a wolf. Still, she made her way in, seeing the large sheepskin laid out. There was another, a small child who was currently moving about, interacting with who she presumed to be the one who had sent the message. “Lord Gucci, is it?” She asked, verifying that she had the right man before she would settle down on the sheepskin, not really sure what to do about the child’s presence and leaving that for the strange man to figure out himself. “I will admit, I was surprised to receive your invitation.” She had not been an avid partier, after all… lingering much to the side often.

in truth, he'd begun to doze off. perhaps this whole poorly planned meeting was a dream or figment of fantasy, and that certainly was not unwanted puppyscent filling his nostrils.

his son flogged him with his snout, and gucci fell backwise.

"ow, ow!" the five years old moaned, rolling onto his feet. "dolly, wha's it you's doin'?" this was said before his eyes truly processed that lil midas was attempting to debase his seating. they widened when they did.

"naw!" the chihuahua yapped. "bad pup, bad!" he leapt up and grabbed the other edge of the rabbitskin, attempting to tug-o-war it out the wolf child's grip.

lady aquene walked in on this.

gucci let his son win. staring a bit deer-in-headlights-y at the wolfess, he managed a weak half-grin.

"m-mah lady! 's, so- no, midas," he yell-whispered at his child attempting to continue the game. "jes', jes' take that n go. go. out!" with a paw he commanded the child away. let him take the goddamned rabbit!

once that nuisance was escorted out the room with his disgruntled gaze, gucci found it much easier to turn to the high-ranking woman with a smile.

"children; can't live wi' em, can't live wi'out 'em, eh?" he sensibly chuckled. "matrona, ah m saw very grateful ya could meet me, it is-" he had moved to sit. midas took his seating. gucci started blankly at the empty spot. he set his fuzzy rump on the floor instead. 

"-ssss-ach an honor t' have ya in th' mesa. lady ruenna, ah hear, had been 'ere 'fore th' foundin' o' th' outpost. how's her health, by th' way? oh, n don't have no reservations, feel free t' snack-" he spotted a puppy pawprint in the cup of honey. gucci hastily pulled it to himself while chuckling. 

"oh but nawt this tho', 's good fer mah heart, th' sesh tells me. need a biiig dose each day." he bent his head to lap at it, while maintaining a smile and polite eye contact with the lady.

( it tasted a bit like sand. )

i believe we can skip midas, and just get in a couple posts each before letting this fade into vague talk abt politics?