Lion Head Mesa If I hear one more "Just be patient"

"All my life." The sesh answered. Sokha was in awe. How could anyone have had such a talent for so long and yet still be content with it?

Your uncle must have been a fine teacher. If Tavina knew so much, it drew out the question of just how skilled her mentor was, or had been.

The mazoi peered down upon the mixture given. Without prolonged hesitance, she pressed a firm paw to the edge of the leaf so it did not shift. Her tongue then slid across the surface, collecting the bits. It wasn't the most pleasant taste, despite the base of honey, but it wasn't difficult to bear through the seconds it took to consume.

Once finished, Sokha slid her tongue along the rims of her muzzle to rid of any sticky remnants. Thank you, She offered with a small, polite nod.