Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

belen recoiled harshly at the sight of the bug and kicked it right into the wall. she laughed nervously and then cleared her throat a second time, seeking whatever control she'd had over the situation before. with the encrusted thing no longer on gucci's body, his features were at once more familiar to her. he spoke with a drawling, funny accent; she had to strain to understand. but his words were clear enough. having put the sweater to one side, belen motioned to the wellspring. "i can help you." her smile was placid and inviting once more, but the girl was consumed with curiosity over whether or not gucci would allow her the same liberties she took when bathing the pharaoh.