Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

belen had slowly become accustomed to the cadences of gucci's words, and yet she was still caught off-guard by his question. she rather studiously avoided the conversation that had been held over her head the first time she set foot inside akashingo. belen held a pawful of water over the neb's chest and slowly poured it down, working her claws over his breastbone in the same way. "i was found outside in the snow. my parents had gotten into a fight. somehow we became separated. i never saw them again, but a kind man brought me here to the palace, to serve the rey y reina." belen dipped her muzzle in the wellspring and sought to place it at the juncture of neck and shoulder, working upwards toward one of the finely shaped ears. "it has not been bad. it has been very pleasant, actually."