Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

the question brings about a curious gaze from tuna towards eset, and now the fellahin brings her head above the other as her bat ears come to swivel like sonar, searching for any detection of steps coming towards them. and when it remains still and quiet, tuna returns her eyes to eset and speaks lowly.

"seth, an' that new mazoi. seth comes awf'a lil' sha-dee. ah dunno wha's cookin' in'is head. and the mazoi?" a little snort as she thinks back to his tall figure. "ah don't like them eyes awf his."

if only she would have a way to look into the future and see that her words would come to bite her in the rump when it came to talking of the crocodile king. "our jobs as'tha fellahin always'll seem so simple," she says to eset quietly, "but yew're alllllways meant tah keep yer eyes an' ears open. fer our lady toula, at least, and fer senmut."

she did not know of what transpired with the last pharaoh or queen, but perhaps tuna was never meant to know. "what 'ave yew seen so far, eset?" now it was time to see if tuna's own wariness held a strong purpose or if it remained misplaced.