Two Eyes Cenote another sunny day

a new, big day. the young fellahin begins work with a howl, a cry for milk.
her duties include stomping through the palace, rubbing against the walls to scratch an itch, get mad at her siblings for being no fun, and sleep.

right now, she waddles out from the nursery as confident as ever. especially now that her legs are better at keeping up with her mind, thank you.
the only thing is.. now what? she patrols the halls for someone to speak with, something to do.