Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

She thought to cock her head when he spoke the name, as if she found it curious, which wasn't far from the truth. There was a thoughtful pause before he addressed her second query, which piqued Towhee's interest. She straightened her neck while carefully avoiding raising her head, almost as if leaning in to listen closer.

Once more, she made faces as if all this was news to her. "Curious," she murmured, which was still a not entirely dishonest reaction. She drew in a breath through her nose and trapped it in her lungs as he finished by describing the ranks, including something called the Mazoi, then the Fellahin.

This time, when she pulled a face, it was entirely genuine. "They are pleasure things? Wh—" Catching herself, Towhee cleared her throat, shifted her weight and narrowed her eyes at the ground by the stranger's feet. "What do you mean by that?" she questioned more neutrally after a breath, orange eyes flicking upward to catch his answer.