Lion Head Mesa Sips froth from soft, warm joe

late morning, overcast, 55 F
@Arsenio

Sayf sat within the chilly water of the wellspring, cleaning his fur and entertaining the thoughts of a certain mazoi as they drifted through his mind. The giant had consumed much of his free time lately, not that the fellahin had any complaints. 

This morning had been spent with the pharaoh as he finally emerged from his and the queens quarters, ready to be worshiped again. Sayf had happily obliged, all the while keeping his secret promise to Sakai. 

But now he had some time to himself, and his chose to spend it tidying up his fur and preparing for the rest of the day. He assumed it would be back to business as usual now.