Lion Head Mesa حفلة استقبال

Ooh. :3

A large man came to her chamber, a gardener it seemed. His coat was in shades of hazelnut, decorated with ivory white embellishments. She smiled, giving him a dip of her head, “Of course. Do not let me keep you from work. They look dry.”

He looked to have a gentle soul. She felt comfortable, “I am Tadihor. What is it I may call you?”