Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

plz forgive my grabby hands for wanting these two to meet

truly the mesa is no different from the desert heat during the summer. the sand felt red hot beneath her pads, though Tuna has found the feeling growing less unpleasant the older she becomes and the longer that she endures. certainly sweat clings to her in the more unsavory parts, though the girl does her best to stay cool with her own secret dips below the kingdom into the waterways.

evidence of these savior-like baths seem to dry within minutes however, and Tuna now must fight the urge to go back as she continues her duties. today, she's been instructed to offer extra water to the others of the kingdom to avoid overheating, and with her she carries a makeshift pail to carry water with floating cups in the wake.

upon her frequent paths to find all of the inhabitants, the bat-eared girl comes to see one of the strong mazoi move forward from the heat of the outer reaches of the mesa. so the girl moves forward, politely and low as she draws closer before setting the pail down.

"honor'able mazoi," she comes to say, "do yew require wah'ter after yer trip?" a gentle nudge of her nose against the structure, the splashing noise of the water evident and echoing off the halls.