Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

Ears are flicked forward, holding precious to words that are extracted first in her mind from the accent before comprehending. She knows understanding will get easier in time. She nods her head in accordance. To please the royalty is all she will wish to do.

A look is passed between the art and Tuna’s golden face.

“Extraordinary,” she praises. “The Prince is quite a talent. And the palace, so beautifully kept. I hope I can be of some assistance to you here.” She cannot imagine the work that goes into the cleaning of such an estate, to maintaining the grounds, preparing feasts, serving the noble ranks and chief among them seeing to her Holiness’ needs. She will hope to be an asset in Tuna’s work but the idea of it all is admittedly daunting.

A question of settling in- it has been well, mostly. She is fortunate to be have been saved and cared for by her doctor, to know first-hand the grace of the Queen. She has a little room all to herself where she can keep her things. There have been mishaps with a couple Mazoi, yes- but Eset would see it did not happen again.

“Very well,” Her eyes upon Tuna are bright. “Though I often find myself lost. The palace is a maze. Did it take you long to learn each route?”