Lion Head Mesa [m] Sidewinder

Eset speaks of the men, one after another. @Senmut spoken last, yet standing out. He had once said that they had only sought courters from outside the realm due to Toula having a lack of brothers. Why not he, indeed? Could Toula only think of him as he faithful servant priest? Under her, but not beside her? Did her love for him extend into more of a brotherly affection instead? Naberius didn't know. Perhaps none did. 

The Fellahin slides down behind him and instead of answer, she pulls the conversation into another direction. Ah, it wasn't her place. Naberius wants to ask 'what was then? Show me', but she is far quicker on the draw- She leans into him, close to his chin, lingering. Hungry, are we?

His smile is as roguish as ever as he draws his tongue slowly along the line of his jaws. Why are you here? His muzzle tilts down, to tip up her chin with his leathery nose and slide it down the underside of her own muzzle and curve along the length of her jawline. How can you please?