Lion Head Mesa That's a fine looking high horse

"With Pharaoh?"

As far as she knew, no Pharaoh she cared about held over their heads! Minion giggles brought the women to the wellspring, where they'd dipped their bodies in the water like dumplings. She could feel her fur come to a pretty tickle as water trickled between her paws, then enveloped her flank and neck to a spa slick.

With the click of her tongue, she leaned her back firm against the edge while resting on her hind legs. Her paw flung out of the water, and lazily flicked circles in Eset's direction. Legend's eyes were in a daze as they came to a role, still saddened, her mind thinking, thinking... "MnnnN and what of you. Yourr bigggg owner or whatevers. He trade you? Bad floor mop? Waz your pity story?"
She recalled Eset's neck the most, or the quick flash of her eyes hitting the floor the second she treaded through.
Legend just remembered the careful talks she would have with her master. The role she was to play. Seth's assurance and direction through it or whatever, and Eset's master's big fat mouth. Why would she leave HIM? If she were a serf, she'd wanna serveeeee THAT guyyyyy.