Lion Head Mesa bless the rains

backdated to before the queen's murder. early may if that's alright?

it would've been tremendously rude to continue giving his fellow noble only passing smiles and curt nods.

gucci's dogtag tinkled as always, a pep in his step rare as of recent. he searched for @Lilitu, the striking foreigner, princess, if he'd heard correct?

when he found her, he'd be sure to give the girl his brightest smile and plentiful wags of his fuzzy tail. "g'day miss! ah do believe y'are miss lee-lee-th o' respectable brech-e-lay-ant?"