Starglow Basin basura

At his call, Saya emerges with a languid grace, each step measured and deliberate as she slips from the shadows of the basin's cavern line. Her golden pelt shimmers in the low light, her movements a slow, controlled sway that speaks to her beauty—untainted, flawless, something bred to be adored.

With a soft hum, a small gesture of submission, she acknowledges Soto’s command without a word, her gaze lowered just enough to show respect while allowing her to glimpse him through her lashes. She is poised, silent, awaiting his next directive, aware of her place and refusing to speak unless he demands it. The air between them thickens, filled with unspoken tension, as she settles with a quiet reverence, ready for whatever he might ask of her.