Lion Head Mesa because of you

"oh ah'm, a'hm fine. jest, uh, gittin' th-th' j-jitters 's-s-sall." he accompanied his attempt to sound reassuring with a pitched laugh of one whose mental state hung by frayed nerves.

"we-we-we-we should, uh, shoud not bother miss tavina. god lawd, no." the dog was coherent at once, and his brows creased as he gave a sharp shake of the head. after offending her so, he hadn't the right to be a cause of further bothersness for the healer.

he shuffled in place while waiting for the great pale man to respond, but instead of him it was the sesh that came down the hall, accompanied by one of the pretty-faced royal guard dogs.

"miss tavinah!" gucci yapped at once, single wag of curved tail betraying his brief cheer, immediately dispersed as he intently listened to the dark woman's explanation.

so, his charge had gone missing, and hadn't simply masterfully evaded the chihuahua's tracking. he gave a solem nod as tavina said that it was she who was tasked with finding the prince.

his lips tightened, and he took several steps closer to the sesh, then addressed her and the man looming behind. "please, miss, mistah, bring that boy back home. gawd knows what could've happen'd t' 'im out there." he gave another nod as the duo departed.

gucci turned back to maegi.

"well, heh, see how thangs work out!" it was his intention to sound humorous, but still his voice was shrill and his chuckle a squeal. 

he was silent a moment, in an awkward manner.

"uh, guess ah've, uh, gots t' apologise fer needlessly rousin' ya. ah'm sure miss tavina and mistah, uh, seeya'll be able t' find crawfetha." he gave a stretched smile. the words were meant to fool him, not the woman.