Lion Head Mesa fist & jaw

staying very very vague and there is PP here so lmk if not good!

in the aftermath, khusobek was jovial.

his teeth were a slanted saltwater leer. blood smeared his jaws and chest. the underground maze of the halls had become easier for him to navigate. he clapped a paw around @Zaahira's shoulders in a manner of camaraderie, but did not let it linger.

"ah!" he sighed loudly as they came to the wellspring, gently warm at this time of year, its surface kept pristine by the servants. it swam with fresh blossoms now.

for a moment he thought of summoning the queen's favorite, @Tuna, but threw the idea out. surely she was too invaluable to be spared. and so he turned his thoughts to the new one, @Eset, and it was for her he called.

"fellahin," he said, once he had noisily splashed into the water and settled with a pleased grunt against the opposite stone wall. red sand stained the ripples cascading across the face of the wellspring. "wash us." if zaahira had not come with him then, he would look at her in an expectant manner. it was their right, as mazoi. "afterward we will have wine and meat."

in many ways, he was simple. but a single glance to his hard ice eyes bespoke a darker truth.