Lion Head Mesa twenty four seven,

*grabby hands*

tuna had gone about her duties of the usual groundskeeping and attending to the royals and nobles. the halls are swept, the resting spot of the jodai's raven is cleaned of any debris and sand, the murals are gently cleaned, and food is offered and water and wine refilled in their cups and pails. her duties have become clockwork, and tuna enjoys the familiarity of it all. though, there was no doubt that she felt the ache of missing her beloved girls.

there was such a dynamic to be said of the 4 women together, something that tuna longed for again. perhaps she may slip away to the pleasure palace, or perhaps they may all take a grand trip once the summer arrives and the heat of the mesa becomes too much.

tuna could only hope, at least. and now she meanders into her room, ready to relax when she lets something catch her eye. glittering gems that she had not placed there before -- peculiar! tuna was no suspicious being, as she cling to that seeing truly is believing. and now the fellahin tilts her head curiously as her batty ears push together in a comical and dramatic show of confusion.

"naow, ah know ah didn't put those there..." she hums to herself as she taps one of her front paws in thought, clearly not even noticing the fact that her Pharaoh is hiding in [somewhat] plain sight beneath the furs! you'd think by now she'd notice how the room felt brighter, how it smelled better, how it just felt more welcoming when the Pharaoh graced its walls! [perhaps tuna was like one of those silly cat videos, where the cat is eating, and its sneaky human places a cucumber behind it-- and when the cat notices, it jumps!]