Lion Head Mesa cheves

vaguely September prior to the hunt works wonderfully I think <3

Nobililty was never his within rights. He was a man born within a simple, dysfunctional family with little to get by. Yet here he was in possession of high status. Such a thing was for fairy tales, wasn't it?

Navigating through the culture shock took its toll upon Akashingo's newest neb. Unbeknownst to him, he had already begun wear a mask for courtly politics. His questions to those around him were carefully placed as not to look completely foolish. Much of his spare time was dedicated observing the living machine that nestled within the heart of the mesa. Ears beginning to the attune to the whispers that traveled in the hallways, Briar found himself silent more often than not.

He had begun to establish a small routine for himself. It was among the few things he held some control over. Retreating to his chamber around the same hour, today was no different. Even the footfall that sounded down the hallway was somewhat expected, albeit it carried a different sound to it. The owner to the odd gait announced themselves.

Briar scarely recognized the silver woman when he turned to see her. Two-toned eyes studied her for a few breaths. Strength regained, she assimilated within Akashingo with no issues it seemed. Did Toula recognize her at the gates? He could not recall.

Please, come in. It didn't matter, did it? He could ask her himself. I see you've recovered. I'm happy for you.