Lion Head Mesa [m]dawn

It was a rowdy wedding, with lots of dramatics and plenty of spirits. So essentially, a successful reception had been held. It was when the mazoi had been dismissed from his duties and no longer could someone cut the tension in the air with a knife, he knew where he needed to go. Pleasantries were given as Sakai had continued to drink after the incident to unwind a bit. Social anxiety? Don't know her.

Kai had hoped he had made a few good first impressions. All the while he joked and schmoozed his way out of the party, his eyes would occasionally drift away from his company in search of the handsome fellahin he had connected with earlier. A young man by the name of Sayf would be expecting him in his den. So he left.

Morning filtered into the den and bathed his face in warmth, waking him from a drunken dreamless slumber. Kai stayed balled up tight, enjoying the extra coziness of the assorted pelts underneath while letting his eyes squint open. "Well, hey." The careful arrival of Sayf had the man's tail thumping sleepily on the ground with pleasure. "You had a long night. Come here." Slowly the Sakai opened his body so that his prize could wrap himself tight next to him. The servant had to be exhausted.