Two Eyes Cenote tantalum

his face turned as fast as his ears, so that they had to swivel back around to gather the fading echo of his most dearest friend's voice.

tavin-ah! his little forepaws shot out the water in a delighted spread, something picked up from the mannerisms of a world he nowadays never thought of - an invitation for a hug he very well knew weren't physically feasible, what with it likely to look like the poor sesh was assailed by teekon's juiciest tick.

ol' frand, ah fear ah'd been blinded bah dust, then sand, then dust, then sand a'gin. gucci turned to rest his back against the wall as tavina laid down, he making some weak attempt to force relaxation into himself with an exhale. t'was one way, other was sand, dust, sand, dust. swear these lands got more arid since that coronation.

to leave room for a response, or comfortable silence, gucci went quiet a moment, his smile fading into a more somber expression.

tavina. he looked at her. how well d'ya know mah daughter?