Lion Head Mesa no more listless invitations

a figure swept through the doorway.

nazli was almost too content to notice, but she opened her eyes halfway to the sound of claws upon the stone, and then fully when she saw the stark white coat of the stranger; her mind went to the gilded king of the mesa.

she sat up and practically toppled off the slab of stone. her front paws, with their does almost numb from the water, drew messy streaks where the water smeared the floor.

unsure of what to do, nazli watched the woman — but she looked distracted, or disinterested in the servant. she cleared her throat and stood at-attention by the edge.

um, m..miss, please let me know if i can do anything, if you need... anything. she swallowed thickly and looked at her soggy feet.