Rosewater Oasis in the shadow of the obelisk

assuming the duo needed a while bc:

• gucci's slow 
  
• gucci caught a cold
  
• gucci would've had them stop by the (empty) cenote

he insisted on walking this last length of the journey unassisted, even if he needed an occasional minute to clear his sinuses, or lean against andalib's legs to catch his breath - what spirit steals away the strength of old men and keeps it for the young? gucci would like a word with its manager.

when the oasis first showed on the horizon, the little lord paused, steadied himself, and discarded the urge to preen - there was nothing that could conceal the unkempt shape he way in. best he could do was play to his meager social strengths, and pray to whichever god remained in the pantheon of akashingo that he not be sent out to starve - it would take a while, was the primary issue.

not far from the territory's threshold, andalib spotted a silhouette. gucci fixed his posture. eyes on the blurry shape, he told his escort:

howl fer us. these are yours, but ah need permission.