Lion Head Mesa thirty-third

The Cyrus moves with a happy skip to his beat, bounding over the red rocks of home.  His Peach and orange eyes cast out over the open terrain around. Perhaps he would go for a good run this day. 

He would see the priest-prince ahead- Erpa-ha. Given by his endless devotion to the noble family. Naberius bows his head before him, knowing well to keep in the man's good graces. Greetings, Erpa-ha.