Two Eyes Cenote tantalum

was it true? @Gucci, here?

when she was not fussing over nazli, tavina was with eset, and when they were not together, she was in the classroom, preparing for lessons.

today, however, the sesh left off her compelling study of different silkfluff flowers, dipping into the hall with a small, curious smile as she went in search of the diminutive noble.

pullin this all the way back to july 7th

it weren't no akashingo, but he didn't dare move on just yet. that last coherent conversation between he and @Medusa was on the topic of this place, and so the fretting parent was quite sure the girl would show up in muat-riya. whenever that might be.

gucci soaked in the bathing pools, but the furrowed brows and slight crease on the snout conveyed he was all but relaxed.

"you've returned well, old friend."

she did not join him in the pools, but lay languidly along the far stone edge, more relaxed than she usually allowed herself to be. it was gucci's affect, tavina presumed. "what did you see along the way?"

his face turned as fast as his ears, so that they had to swivel back around to gather the fading echo of his most dearest friend's voice.

tavin-ah! his little forepaws shot out the water in a delighted spread, something picked up from the mannerisms of a world he nowadays never thought of - an invitation for a hug he very well knew weren't physically feasible, what with it likely to look like the poor sesh was assailed by teekon's juiciest tick.

ol' frand, ah fear ah'd been blinded bah dust, then sand, then dust, then sand a'gin. gucci turned to rest his back against the wall as tavina laid down, he making some weak attempt to force relaxation into himself with an exhale. t'was one way, other was sand, dust, sand, dust. swear these lands got more arid since that coronation.

to leave room for a response, or comfortable silence, gucci went quiet a moment, his smile fading into a more somber expression.

tavina. he looked at her. how well d'ya know mah daughter?

"well enough. not as well as i'd like." tavina wondered at the nobleman's careful question, his elegant pause.

these things always meant such to gucci. "the desert is dry and unforgiving. like me. we're kin," tavina joked, though she was not really jesting.

the purpled eyes were prudently watchful. "what's on your mind, my friend?"