Lion Head Mesa the price of luxury

Large ears swiveled forward as Jawahir came into view carrying a bundle that Charles had come to long for; there was usually something precious inside. Food, berries. Sometimes useless stuff. Ah, finally! Charles brought out with an exasperated sigh and he watched as Jawahir proceeded to separate the good stuff from the useless stuff. Pretty things were fine enough and all, but Charles preferred the useful things. As he watched Jawahir, he played with the thought of asking the servant to find him a good stick to chew on. The thought brought him back instantly to Leta, and he quickly diverged from the thoughts.

Charles lazily got up from his feet and skulked towards Jawahir, finding that he had no patience to wait for him to unpack everything and bring the berries to Charles' feet. The coywolf watched the servant with a twinge of awkwardness, staring just a bit too long at Jawahir's face as he thought once more, what the fuck even are you, but words did not find their way to his throat. Idly Charles wondered what one had to do to become a servant in Akashingo, considering becoming a prince was so damn easy.