Lion Head Mesa fist & jaw

zaahira was quick to amend her words. khusobek near scoffed. fellahin were made to serve, it was their role. they were happy to do so. yet he supposed with such a young and fluff-hearted queen that kindness would spread in a more feminine manner.

he did not care for this blurring of class, but neither was the crocodile displeased. zaahira's looked provoked an eye-roll from the mazoi. "eset, when you are through, bring wine. the other stuff, with the poppy infusion."

khusobek lapsed into quiet now, head leaning back and eyes closing as he sighed a loud sound into the air.