Lion Head Mesa with the warmth of the sun

that pang of inadequacy came back, bringing a friend. it was a simple thought; have i the right to this?

he never questioned the rank he held, but now, seeing how flippantly he could change a dear friend's position, the wrongness of it got to him. tavina was no housepet, she didn't need anyone to make decisions for her! 

gucci hoped so very terribly, that nothing he did or said, would ever insult his only friend within the redstone spire.

thankfully, the pharaoh moved on. the neb was quick to latch onto the new topic.

"hm, well, y'see. when a first came 'ere, ah was given a, a room - which ahm still immensely grateful fo' - but its, uhm, proximity t' th' fellahin quarters n its, uh, general lack o' space, make me believe ah'v been assigned a closet." the nobleman said flatly.

"logically, ah'd like t' move, which might make it seem insincere when ah say ah'd like family rooms fer th' lil' ones' sakes. ah wasn't present fer most o' their upbringin', so ah feel's'though ah gottsa make up fer it."

it was a common tactic. before you can hope to build trust, you have to get a new puppy used to you and its new home. it sure worked on him.