Lion Head Mesa felidae

Not at all!

Mayet raises a brow at the eye on her, but she doesn’t comment, merely shuffling her weight in a bored, disaffected manner. The merchant, himself a flustered chicken of a man, squawks without the attention on him and bustles over to the man.

I am here to trade, with your leaders! His voice rises to a piercing degree that makes the cat squint, her ears traveling back.

The hell did they have to trade? Wishes and dreams? What did that boy’s ba see at night? Fanciful parties?

This was the real world. Mayet’s tongue slithered over her nose. Whether the noble liked it or not.