Two Eyes Cenote sky raven

*greedily snags*

in the days of the coming celebration, tuna has allowed herself to be touched by beauty. it was nothing compared to the dawn or to the dusk, nothing near what the pharaoh had to offer to her gods. in tuna; there was simple beauty, and perhaps the drawn kohl wings upon her eyes to bring out the warmth in them.

the fellahin comes to greet these wanders upon the border, a bright grin upon her face.

"trah'vlers! roy-ulty! friends awf distan' lan's!" she greets as she trots forward, "it's wit' great hon'r ah welcome yew to muat-riya, hon'red guests, tah witness tha' coron'ation of pharaoh toula, princess awf'tha red serpent." a mouthful, and perhaps not even all of her titles. but simplicity is what held tuna, and certainly it seems that it can be rewarded.

tuna comes to offer a low bow, a show of gratitude for their presence (and gifts that she can see neatly tucked away in furs). "we've been a'waitin' yer arrival! please, allow me ta'h take yer gifts and show yew tha' palace" she beams to them, smelling the wind of salt and mountain upon their backs.