Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

"gewd, les' keep goin then."

tuna would take eset closer to where the 3 pathways had been dug, all trails leading to elsewhere. "tha middle one," she raises a paw in a rudimentary point towards, "is'tha one that yew take tah get outside. it kicks yew in tha outside throne room. then yew just walk out and bam, there's tha sand." it was the first path tuna ever took when she was accepted into the kingdom of akashingo, and one she traveled many times before it finally became solidified in her head.

"when yew walk in'it, take'a big whiff. it smells less like all'them nice stuff of akashingo an' more of the lan' outside." there is a constant flow of new scents coming through this red hallway, and certainly anyone with a working nose would perhaps be able to pick up on it. and now tuna comes to serve as the example, pushing her nose into the hallway and breathing in heavily for a moment.

there is the sand, the breeze, and the scent of the kingdom itself.