Lion Head Mesa I promise I've already learned my lesson

Servants to serve.

A single beckon, they will come.

Anything she should need-... anything at all.

All due Sayf's promise. Though, did she believe it? Maybe ... and maybe not.

There was a hardly a time Sokha ever knew a servant to serve a master or mistress willingly. If bid, those of lesser class would do as told, mainly out of fear of retribution.

This wasn't what Sayf thought, clearly. The fellahin seemed quite pleased with his title. Quote, "seemed". Only in time would she know truth. There would be a little game to play, first. 

This so-called tour would be her playground. Her chess board.

May the best player win.

Tempting the eager man with a gentle, fawning gaze, Sokha's tail then waved in an excited flurry. In this moment, the newly bred mazoi was naive and gullible; a fresh berry to pluck from the patch. It was a far stretched gamble, but a necessary one to decide whether or not experience would win over instinct.  

Waters are pleasant. Pretty spot to sing. She chimed in a lulling tone, traipsing past the [fellahin] with barely enough distance to keep her tail from brushing against his flank.

Come, then. Only you know the way, Glancing over her shoulder, Sokha awaited her guide to take the lead.