Lion Head Mesa silver

he had a rather childish expression on his face, brows furrowed and lips tightened, not with sternest but with attempt to nullify a bashful smile that would otherwise melt the displeased look right off his features.

the offer, no matter how clear-sky-thunder sudden, unpredicted and likely not thought trough, made him feel... appreciated. as if in all his months of nibbling on raw meat and disturbing the harmony of akashingo with his tinkling dogtag and squaky barking, he somehow managed to leave enough of a positive mark to be even considered for such a position.

his tail beat against the ground, and gucci adjusted his thigh as to sit on it.

"well, 's nice the offer is, ahm concerned that ah wouldn't be much besides a handsome figurehead, miss tavinah."

a pause.

"...y' know what a parrot is? 's a pretty bird tha' can be taught t' sit on its owner's shoulder n repeat any phrase it's heard. unfortunately, it cannot learn any new words on its own." gucci gave tavina a look. "would th' godly king evah think mah unique thoughts worth his hearin'?"