Lion Head Mesa break my pencil on your empty poem

tag for reference! open to any still at the mesa

he’d spent the last few nights tending to the basin of hidden gemstones, his project now complete. he took a day to rest for himself, to recover from the tireless nights of digging, and in this day he drank and slept, energy seeping back into his bones that he’d lost in his work.

now was the time to return to the prince, to reveal what he had promised and claim his payment. and so he set off for the palace of royals, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth as he pressed onwards. finally the mesa came to his vision, and he slowed his pace to a stroll.

upon the borders he lifted his maw, voice calling for @Senmut, unaware the prince was off discovering the lands the vagabond had just traveled from. he sat himself until the expected arrival of prince or escort, and let his breathing steady as he rest.