Lion Head Mesa culture shock

Selena.

so that is the name of the beautiful raven of the mazoi. there is silence, as in all death, and for many it seems uncomfortable. but often Tuna likes to think that there is peace in all of its crevices and disappointments. 

there is a touch, tentative, loving, stirring. 

"senmut suh'gested it," she comes to say bashfully, "yew'll hafta thank him more than me." fellahin are not usually in a position to be thanked, but for some odd reason, Tuna finds herself in a favorable position with the others of Akashingo. there is yet to be a commanding presence to snub her nose in the dirt.

Tuna comes to sit beside the resting place, leaving enough room for Zaahira to join her on the inside in order to be closer to Selena. and she looks out for a moment, thinking just for a second or so. "ah thought it might'a bring 'ya some comfert, tah know she's'ere and restin'." perhaps amongst the gods and in the eternal valley, or perhaps in the void of nothingness.

"what did yew love about'er?" her soft voices asks. perhaps many would use the word 'like' rather than 'love', but tuna could sense a deeper storm beneath. certainly, this Raven must have done something to ensnare the attention of clementine eyes?