Lion Head Mesa fair winds [wp]

Akhtar gave a short noise, a little ha! that existed high in his nasal cavity for a split second.

It very much so is. A good rarity. Perhaps he should not have indulged so heavily earlier. His tongue was too loose. He would turn away in a moment and come back to find it spilling his life out to a crowd of gossipers next.

He was getting good at shoving away thoughts.

I hope the princess had a fruitful endeavor among our allies. He would need to either retire soon, or go stuff his head into something to block out the noise and political backtalking.

Deep brown eyes went to his paws, before the priest settled back on his haunches. He could sit for a spell.

Do you happen to know who all is here? I confess, it must have slipped my mind.