Lion Head Mesa Taken by the sky

She was involved, and almost jumped out of her skin entirely when Ramesses made himself known. The lilac of her fur was spiked every which way for a moment, and she hurried to smooth herself, and breathe, and try to look eager but not too manic from the surprise.

My lord, sucking a breath, tasting the dust of the alcove most prominently and then his distinct well-tended scent. Y-yes, I... Yes, sir. A swallow. She steps aside so he can peruse them, looking the part of a fine goods vendor rather than a servant for a moment.