Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

Eset. 

a short name, just like Tuna's own. a dip of her own nose is respectfully offered to the other fellahin, perhaps someone that may grow to be a friend to Tuna in this mesa. at the mention of her work, Tuna's ears come to splay out in a goofy and sheepish manner with a roll of her shoulders. "ah just do mah work," she comes to say humbly, "stay on th'a good sides'a th'a royalty, and yew'll be ree-warded." encouragement to perform, as the fellahin can often be treated as a unit rather than split individuals. 

at the mention of the painting, there is a shake of the head. "nah, senmut does 'em an'tha priests sometimes. ah try ta'h just keep 'em clean." she didn't think she had the talent to paint anyways, though one may never know without trying. "have yew been settlin' in fine?" akashingo certainly is a different place compared to most groups to outsiders, Tuna could say this with her own experience. truly she wondered what others made of the mesa, especially the workers who made everything happen.