Lion Head Mesa It's already too late

Makono seemed content about the setup — surprised, even. But the mazoi couldn't quite gauge any further reactions.
When she finally sat and seemed settled enough, Khaba pushed one of the bark trims closer towards her. They were for her enjoyment while in company.
There was not much intent to this, more-so simply one of his... desires. He knew little of the amiirad, and he so dearly wanted this to change. 
In silence they would wait, Khaba pleading behind sealed lips that she would speak and share words of her heart, for this he enjoyed.