Lion Head Mesa [wp] i really need you tonight

after the sacrifice, lookin' for @Tierra coz she seems fun or even @Akhtar coz they never threaded but also maybe @Nazli??? but yes deff' an AW otherwise 

he was... he was living! the mood of the party seemed to have shifted, but on the recently re-inebriated chihuahua that had no effect. he stumbled through the legs of taller canines, yapping jokes and compliments up at their blurry faces.

his swaying legs led him to the banquet, which had begun to severely diminish. there was this plate of juicy voles he'd tried earlier in the night and looked forward to tasting again- but now he found them all gone!

disgruntled, the neb yelled for someone to come see to this urgent matter! after a pause, in which nobody came rushing, the man who had eaten around three berries and thus become irrevocably drunk, scampered onto the display and on top of a fat pronghorn side.

"heEeEe-EY! won't a annnnyONE c'm see t'dis!!" he barked from atop his personal plinth, dangerously swaying in all directions.

the neb enchanted her. he was the most darling thing she had ever seen, but only now, this day, did she become aware of him! toula had first to meet, greet, and dance with much of the party (though she desired to do all of this, too)–but when she found a moment to spare, she sought out the man that was the same size as she.
he was not so difficult to find. and before the fellahin could think to stop her, she sprang toward him with a giggle. what are you doing?! she asked, her eyes bright. that he, and so many others, were inebriated… well, she was still too young to recognize it!

he was expecting a reply to come from somewhere within his current eye level, and for a moment, - despite staring right at the multicolored crowd - gucci thought he had gone blind.

he looked down.

it was a child.

"yuour a tch- eeld." gucci slurred, then frowned, his drowned faculties kicking to break the surface of his brainfog. 

"yyeau--" the thought, it was coming to him.

"y--" it was there. he could see it.

"yeAU!" finally. "should nAWT B--"

paws, no longer on speaking terms with the sense of balance, tripped over each other and sent the neb tumbling forward off the meat pile -- and onto the child that he could swear he knew from somewhere, if he could just remember where.

he spoke funnily! he smelled of sweetberry, with a hint of sour. toula giggled as he spoke, and when he stumbled it seemed the fellahin could not anticipate the direction he fell. for he fell into her, but his weight was only a little more than her brothers (at least, as much that had fallen on her). the fellahin were in a quiet panic to intervene then, murmurings of "princess toula!"... but her vibrant laughter quieted them, and eased their minds. she was unhurt, and this was like play to her.
toula rolled away and stood, smiling at him. oh, he was the most sweetest thing she had ever seen! toula wanted him for her own, as she wanted other finery. but this was a neb, not a fellahin. and so she would have him as a friend, and that would make her equally as happy.
do you like to sing? she inquired, seeking something in common with the neb. she had not understood what he was trying to get out, and though the princess had a curfew the hour of it had extended in honor of the occasion.

there was a moment where he found himself trapped beneath puppy butt, and gucci thought to himself; "this is fine."'

then, trough the inebriated haze, into the ear not pinned, a name and title trickled in...

princess toula

gucci was squirming fiercely even before she got off of him, and when her divine highness did so, he was propelled forward, rolling off of the food display.

his bulging eyes and erect ears reappeared from behind a plucked pheasant, looking at her with fear only numbed by berryjuice.

"your majestay, ah m so-" he began plead-whispering, twitching and silencing himself the moment the young princess spoke.

"...sing?" 

gucci blinked. 

"...sing! yeah, yeah!" the neb scampered over the pheasant to get to her. 

"yes yes yes, ah knoow a coupl'a songs. jest s'm, uhm, radio tuuunesss..." the syllables trailed off, the former housepet looking at the wolf child. did she even know the globe was round? "...which's a kindsa type o'... mountain. wi' real good acoustics."

"wouldja, uhm, aah, like a song?"

he did! oh! she delighted, tail waving as he drew nearer. his dark, round eyes were so warm, and he and all about his person were so captivating! toula giggled again as he came to one thought, then another, nodding her head exuberantly.
radio was a word in which she did not know, but mountains... mountains were familiar! a landscape. but back to song again! and, would she like one?
oh, it would please me so, neb! she encourages, nodding to him. as she moves to recline to her haunches, one fellahin anticipates this and pulls a soft, downy fur for her to rest upon. primly, toula comes to a seat, her eyes only for the then-singer.

for a prolonged moment he considered that this might be a bad idea, but then the sweet-tongued berries whispered into his shapely ears that naaaaaw, this ain't gon' go bad, ain't na' way!

gucci seated himself (no mats were provided to him) and overly dramatically cleared his throat.

"ehm, ehm. here goes!"

it began with humming the tune, forcefully at first, obviously tense.

and yet as the berries and nostalgia worked, the former showdog began to sway...

"gerogia... georgiaah...

the whole day throuuugh,

jest an ol', sweet SANG,

keeps gerogia on mah miiinnnd..."

he accompanied his rises and falls in tone with gestures, sways of the tail and positioning of the ears, miming an orchestra conductor.

"ah said a-georgia!

georgiah...

a saang o' yooouuu,

comes 's sweet n clear,

's moonlight through th' piiineees..."

fully engrossed, the diminutive man reached out for the princess. he placed his forepaws on her ribs and pulled her upward, so that with support both could stand on their hindlegs. he guided the little girl into a simple two-step-into-spin dance, still singing.

"ather arms a-reach out t' meee,

athar eyes smile s' ten-duh-leee,

still, in th' peaceful dream ah seee,

th' rou~ou~oud,

leads back,

t' youuuu..."

a bit too engrossed, gucci attempted to twirl the child. unfortunately, he forgot he lacked fingers, and ended up letting go.

the singer fell spine-first onto the ground with an ough!

she had never heard such a melody!
used to hymns, this was a different type of devotion provided. a new Goddess, Georgia, perhaps. the young amiirad smiled and swayed along, rising from her seat to join him in his dance. but where he twirled, and might have unintentionally caused her to stumble... she remained sure-footed, and on her feet, giggling merrily. no doubt due to her own sobriety--that detail one she was quite unaware of, thinking the neb before her of the same mind!
her little tail waved behind her, and she asked, breathless: who is Georgia?

his five years old spine warned him that this abuse would come haunt him tripled in another five, and the neb grumblingly righted himself into a sit.

blearily, he blinked at the princess.

"...georgia? who's a-georgia?" the neb raised a paw and pointed at the girl, as if to hold her in place. after all, she seemed to be swaying left and right before his eyes, and he needed sway his own head to follow her.

"georgia's like a most gentlest lover, child! she rears sweetest peaches n most bitter tobacco. sea she kisses on one side, mountains on other. her sisters swarm her each envious- but ney! she is one and alone." he stumbled sideways. the berries began to press below his belly.

"now, pardon me, s o' great importance that ah find a fire hydrant."

georgia sounded radiant. i would like to meet her, she declared, looking to him and then her attendants, who looked as though they might be writing such a thing down for how intent they became!
and when the neb declared he must depart, toula giggled politely and nodded, gaze drifting to the crowd. one of her attendants encouraged her to get ready for rest, to which at last she agreed to; the day had been long and wonderful, and she was tired.
and so, the young princess was escorted to her own quarters and prepared for sleep.