Lion Head Mesa You don't know what it's like

of course, the nobleman knew of the other to rise to his equal rank, and had looked forward to a catch-up chat with the woman.

he was enjoying one last day of good sunlight, relaxing in the courtyard of his very own villa, daintily loafing on a folded skin of a prairie dog, when trough his lashes he saw a familiar silhouette pass by the entrance.

"hey- hullooo~! miss sock-haaaa!" he called out to the woman.

"spare a minute fer impromptu lunch?" the chihuahua grinned, tail unfurling from beneath his thigh and sweeping the light, well-swept red dust of the courtyard.