Lion Head Mesa akhet

it can quite throw one off, to wake from a midday nap and find the pharaoh and his retinue at one's doorstep. the servants being sent away only made the unease rise. now gucci laid stiffly on his favorite pelt, cup of untouched pine liqueur between paws.

( he was only grateful @Medusa had taken @Midas out for a walk. it benefitted the blind boy, and in this case kept them both far from politics. best they take the long way back home. )

the nobleman nodded, unfocused. an ear twitched to show he listened. 

already big eyes widened at the new information. but, he did not try and interrupt his pharaoh.

concern grew.

when the pharaoh seemed done, the neb took a single sip of his drink.

the bitterness was needed to rouse him awake.

"m'luminosity," he began. "ya make grand plans quick." one thing at a time.

"do either o' th' nupital pair object?" he doubted so. they were about as interested in each other as a bird was in burrows. "more importantly, does your vision nawt hinge on lilitu acceptin'? 's there reason t' believe she'd... decline?"

his paws adjusted their non-existent grip.

"there's always other women."