Lion Head Mesa Que Sera, Sera

He felt the man bump slightly into his side, and the fellahin looked up to see the stunning mazoi making his way through the crowd. He knew what his place here was, and he knew what he was to be doing during the ceremony.

So Sayf followed after him, catching up to him on the outskirts of the crowd. Would you like some company? he asked, dipping his head respectfully. He looked maybe a little lost, or perhaps there was sadness in the lines of his handsome face. Sayf liked to listen to the problems of others; it made him feel like he was useful.