Lion Head Mesa gnashing teeth and criminal tongues

She looked as though a desert wind might pick her up and fly her across the mesa like a tumbleweed. He kept himself apprised of the situation, employing a fellahin to feed him updates on the lilac girl, and in his downtime, he quietly beat himself to pieces to have sat idly by.

Perhaps if he had been here, Khaba never would have stolen the girl away.

She was awake when he dropped by, a skin held in his mouth full of exotic gifts, some form of attempting to apologize. Not very well, mid you, but Akhtar was rather allergic to “I’m sorry”.

He hummed pleasantly to get her attention, sitting the skin at his feet as he waved his coifed tail.

Nazli. He suffused his words with as much warmth as he physically could. It wasn’t a familial sort of affection he felt, but it was far, far from romantic. He saw the girl as a colleague in her own right. A friend, maybe further down the line.

Its good to see you up and about.