Two Eyes Cenote I do not care to serve you with good tidings on my tongue

the chuff cut off a sentence he wouldn't ever recall again, but t'was likely same yappery nonsense he'd been repeating past two weeks. there was a guard coming in.

gucci lifted a hindleg to signal for the removal of the palm leaf, then found his servant's reaction time lacking. he also found the sun offensive, but that one he couldn't ever manage to right.

hail, mazoi! greeted the tiny noble with a yap, curve of his tail tensed high on his back, eyes half-lidded by a trained expression of haughty disinterest. ah'm georgia honeys veni vidi gucci, neb o' noble akashingo 'n' vizier to late pharaoh ramesses.

gucci waited a beat, the added.

this one's mah servitor. with a slight turn of his muzzle the coyote's way, who bowed his head to the guardsman.

wouldja kindly call up a fellahin or two, 'n' tell kind hebsut ah've come? his smile was purely a formality.