Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

"we are fellahin. it is our job to be useful." the water was indeed cold but gucci was correct, it would not always be like this. belen raised her paw and gently raked its claws through his nape, watching brown debris and dirt float off into the wellspring. "my role is to be in service to the pharaoh, to the guards, to the priest and priestess and nobles." she was enjoying herself, over how much stronger it felt she was next to his much smaller frame. "i was trying to get one of those flowers to stay in my fur. but maybe it will not work." belen worked dutifully along his spine next, ruffling each hair and smoothing water over his hips below the surface. "turn. lean back against these stones."