Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

He listens. Her answer is enough for him smother the suspicion that picked at his mind, for the moment at least.

She joins him, sitting delicately at his side. His head turns to follow her. A twitch ripples along his flank which he attempts to hide by adjusting how he is seated. Posture straightening and collecting his legs closer to his body.

She teases and a low grumble sounds in his throat. Not that she was wrong, glib or not. It was a nice wall. The cool stone remained in place when he spiraled into his own head. Lingering on how awful he felt did feel better with the wall to lean on. He would have melted into it had he the option.

His gaze traveled to the party's crowd. A lingering resentment smoldered like a dying ember in his chest. There was no one to direct it to, other than himself.

He glanced back to the fellahin. He pitied her, if only for the misfortune it was to be in his company. He was quite the wet blanket of a man.

I'll have to think on that a moment. He would give it a try, but a different thought came to mind than her offer. Perhaps you could answer my question in the meantime. Is this to be Akashingo's new home as opposed to the red sand palace? It was a question he had upon arrival. Not that he ever stepped foot within the mesa itself.