Lion Head Mesa fair winds [wp]

Sesh Tavina. Akhtar greeted in kind, offering a fanning wave of his curled, long furred tail. He accepted the dove with grace, resting it by his feet as he sought to catch his breath.

Quite. I am happy to see Akashingo in revelry again. One of his ears tipped towards the sound of the laughter, and his narrow face sought it out for a time, before deciding the crowds were too thick, and he had no ways of knowing what was going on.

It is also quite good to see Pharaoh pleased once again.

He was lying. He thought he was at least. The venomous hiss of the god who had plagued him had began to ebb when the mourning had passed. He gave a quick, ruffled shake, like he had just caught a chill.