Lion Head Mesa fist & jaw

khu outtieee <3

and why would he say a word? after all, zaahira had commanded the servant's entire attention, and he had seen her soften beneath that touch, and now she was sending the girl away as if he himself did not still sit in the spring!

he scratched his cheek absently, then held up a paw to give another conflicting order. "my fellow mazoi is quite tired, eset," khusobek began conversationally. "take her from the wellspring, back to her quarters. she should rest while she enjoys the palace vintage. i," the man declared, feeling he had scrubbed his own self well enough and hauling from the wellspring, "will find my own wine."

and my own entertainment.

he rolled his shoulders and strode away from them both, amused despite his brief frustration, and leaving a trail of large prints in his wake.