Hoshor Plains drag race

Tomahawk had not thought the name fitting, but only because she did not believe herself to be "good" as Azzaro did. Tomahawk was useful, she thought, but Rakharo had made it known that she was not good. Lavakho insisted that she was more than useful, to which she tilted her head. He rose, and Tomahawk's breath caught in her throat for a moment, expecting him to leave. Instead, he bestowed on her another name. Layaffi. It was fitting, not only for the reason Lavakho had given, but because Tomahawk was happy here, when she had not been in any other place. Hoshor Plains felt more like home than anywhere else in the world.

"What makes you happiest about my presence?" she asked, unmoving from her spot on the ground. Like any question that she asked, Tomahawk was hoping to discern how she could please her master.