Lion Head Mesa angel eyes

at least a couple days before the wedding. leaving things vague for ya. @Medusa

the preparations were underway. mazoi and fellahin were coming in and out day and night, dragging beasts of the meadows still fresh with flowing blood to be cleaned, to be processed, to be preserved.

bitter scent of fermented berries clung to the walls, and there were spots sticky with tart juice or sugary honey. hardy paws worked to craft mats and plates and covers. flowers intended for the royal chambers were accidentally spilled all throughout the hallways. someone was yelling because mud was smeared over the spot they just cleaned.

gucci took in a deep breath, basking in the atmosphere. he, a man of invitingly diminutive size, could not dream of leaving the safety of the mesa's shadow. to have foreigners come to his residence instead, was the greatest thing he could imagine.

the nobleman turned his head. "jaw-ah-her toldja what all'a this's for?" brightly smiling, he asked his daughter.