Lion Head Mesa Watching cityscapes turn to dust

@Senmut, maybe? Anyone else is welcome as well!

Since her arrival here upon the mesa, Hyacinth's face was rounded with a delighted smile with almost every minute!

There was nothing to dislike here! The people had seemed nice so far, despite her not having met many. And to have her days filled with Toula's company— what could be better?

Humming a sweet, soft tune, the yearling danced through the halls, entranced by her own song. She would continue on, skip by skip until someone forced her to stop. As if they dared!

he wasn't no canine adonis, not to any aesthete's taste, rotund as he was with winter fur leaving, but winter chub remaining. the once-vizier padded down the hall with a pensive, furrowed expression, like a man chewing lemons while thinking of dead mothers.

the presence of the bright-faced, lamblike youth had him stop at an intersection, face lifted with a squint at her charming antics.

usually in company of a morose daughter, this had the effects of seeing sunlight after some prolonged vacation in the cellar.

he had the well-ingrained manners to lift his head and shoulders, make the furred tail lifelessly sway. only his smile couldn't be warmed yet. he looked more tired than pleasant when he addressed the well-eared girl:

"goo'fternoon, miss. that tune fer two?"