Lion Head Mesa waking dream

there was beauty in the adoration they held for toula, and perhaps through the fellahin's own desire to serve, they grow close to each other in waves of support. it seemed tuna's idea created a new buzz of excitement, and the coy girl comes to smile brightly knowing she suggested something worthy of being talked about. 

most times, tuna had been shot down with certain creative ideas, as her family thought of them as rather unorthodox and untrue to the ways of the perez family. even with her own talents, it was her brain that set her apart from the rest of the coyotes in the texan desert.

"we'll ahl be'ere when yew're needin' any guidance, yer majesty." an assurance that tuna felt each of them could make, though she comes to look towards the pale inji in a point of concern. and it seems even toula's kindness knows no bounds as she comes forward to examine her fellahin. it felt nice to be wanted, appreciated, and cared for certainly by royal and blessed blood. 

"should we go'an get yew som' water, inji?" we in meaning of eset and tuna, hoping that the shadowy girl didn't mind the surprise inclusion. she hadn't had any type of clue what was wrong, but tuna certainly was not one to support suffering in silence when there were means to help.