Lion Head Mesa tea at the treedome

she spoke with an eloquence of a woman who has seen the world and all its wonderful gifts it had to offer. "yew 'ave a lotta good taste, miz toula." she comes to say this politely as they walk. Tuna has probably never tasted half the things that the divine queen has, nor has she ever adorned furs or engaged with others to trade different meats. and there was hardly ever a time to smell flowers and prepare a special bath with them too– tuna was just lucky when she got to bathe in peace, after all!

"well'ah came from the desert, not many plants or 'nothin to grow out there," her ears come to press back a moment as she thought, "but tha' prickly pear, tha's ma'h favorite flower and food. actually i's what my name means, heh." it was an ancient tongue that was often thought to be lost, but tuna's roots went deep into the ground and her family held onto a rich tradition and culture that could not be forgotten so easily. "th'a next time 'ah go explorin', ah'll look 'n see if 'ah can f'ahnd 'any fer yew. they're always s'ew sweet smellin' and tastin' too."

a light promise that tuna presumed she'd be able to fulfill for the divine one. but soon when their conversation would hit a plateau, they would come to arrive to the baths. and to no surprise, the other fellahin had been at work since Tuna originally left. the petals beautifully sat on the surface of the water, the sweet aroma wafting through the walls and lingering in Tuna's nose. and she could see the furs off to the side, meticulously placed to avoid getting wet. her eyes lingered on the light one that Toula had mentioned before.

now tuna would come to halt and wait for further instructions. while bathing the divine queen did not sound too difficult, she'd rather wait to ensure she knew exactly what she was meant to do before diving in, literally.