Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

EEE! <3

there is far more foot traffic in the royal halls of akashingo. meals are brought, wine is poured, backs are scrubbed, halls are decorated. in many ways Tuna can feel a bit of joy from all the new faces that she has come to meet under the radiant guidance of Toula and Senmut. and Tuna is nothing but a silent shadow when she comes into their presence, speaking when asked and then remaining quiet and listening with her large ears.

there have been no whispers yet, it seems.

she has been tasked with the upkeep of the halls today, and with quick work using a collection of stiff and dried tall grasses, Tuna can be seen sweeping about the areas to keep toes free from pebbles. it is a laborious task considering the strain it put on her neck, but she had taken a break from the floors and began to dust one of the paintings on the walls, gently to ensure the paints were not stripped.

and while busy with work, she can hear the footsteps of another. for a moment, she thought to not disturb whoever it was coming and presumingly going. though, there is a lingering desire for the fellahin to turn her head and have a chocolate eye catch the coat of a sooty individual.

"ah" she muffles out for a moment, coming to place her makeshift hand broom down and face the other, "yer tha' new helper, ain'tcha?"