Lion Head Mesa silver

gucci's brows were once more drawn, this time in thoughtful consideration. 

he was satisfied with his position and life in akashingo so far - minus the disaster of a royal murder. there was no need for him to climb higher, no greed or at least ambition. and yet, he saw now that he was threatened by stagnation. 

it wasn't the same kind of feeling he had while still a cherished pet, that carefree attitude and laziness. here, there was no soft-handed giantess to teach and protect him, the world beyond his door wasn't incomprehensibly complex and disinterested in his words and workings. his actions actually had weight to them, and the serenity he'd tried to imagine protected him could so easily be shattered like most delicate porcelain.

gucci looked back up at tavina.

"ah shall consider it." he said with a serious nod.

then, he noticed he'd stopped shaking.

the chihuahua let himself relax, laying down again, curled tail at ease and wrapped about his thigh.

"nawt th' least. th' fell-ah-heen're fine, but 's obvious we need a few more. t' keep things runnin' smooth." he stretched his forelegs, feeling them make satisfying pops. "y' think we could, uh, start some kinda apprenticeship program? we got allies, yea? we ask 'em t' send their kids over n we teach 'em 'bout life n manners n housekeepin'."