Lion Head Mesa حفلة استقبال

Thread title is Arabic for “welcome”. She is in her guest chamber, all settled and rested. Perhaps some fellahin? :D

Her guest chamber was grand in her eyes, the smooth red stone, the coolness from Rah’s hot gaze, the food and refreshments brought.

She was lounging on her stone bed, finishing up grooming herself, thinking and relishing in this new found comfort, and she almost missed the sound at the entrance of her guest quarter. 

“Tafadal bialdukhul. Please, come in.” 

[ Haizel is the palace gardener :> ]

A large form, colors of the dirt in which precious blooms grow. Brilliant golden eyes. I'm sorry to intrude, but I've planted flowers everywhere, and I've just come to water them. I hope you don't mind. I thought this room wasn't occupied. 

A small chuckle, a glint in his eye. Carrying a pelt that held water, and a tiny flower in his sights. Somehow, he didn't think that one would make it through summer's head.

Ooh. :3

A large man came to her chamber, a gardener it seemed. His coat was in shades of hazelnut, decorated with ivory white embellishments. She smiled, giving him a dip of her head, “Of course. Do not let me keep you from work. They look dry.”

He looked to have a gentle soul. She felt comfortable, “I am Tadihor. What is it I may call you?”