Lion Head Mesa culture shock

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The mesa is eerily quiet this evening. Or perhaps Zaahira had just gotten used to chaos.
The war has long been over, Greatwater Lake is no longer — but it still feels as if it looms over her head like a great stormcloud. And with the arrival of not one, but two men who she could only assume had come to harass her, Zaahira grew paranoid. Much of her time spent alone, duties done in private; and she had hardly seen the sun since that hemar, as she had not-so-affectionately dubbed him, reared his head.
And this eve, she is returning to her barrack from an afternoon shift in the catacombs when the fellahin is spotted in the form of a bat-eared shadow amongst the halls. Tuna; the one who had welcomed her to the Palace. Oh, what a lovely face to see! It felt as if it had been eons!
Oh, hello, Tuna, she greets, a tired, but warm grin followed by a nod of her head, a slow circle around her small body as she comes to a stop. Arid heat clings to her forehead as her tongue flicks out to run over a lip. walk with me?