Vasda waited until Mahriti had been napping awhile to make his demand. “Mee. Hey Mee. I want to go see the brightworks.”
One green eye cracked open to blearily squint at him. “Mnrr?”
“At the festival,” Vasda helpfully clarified.
Mahriti was silent long enough that if Vasda had been anyone else he might’ve feared she’d fallen back asleep, one eye stuck open. But he was not someone else! He was a great hunter, and great hunters were patient, and also he knew that Mahriti needed time to consider things before making decisions. So he exercised his (absolutely voluminous) patience and waited, slowly working his way through his just-after-star-rise grooming checklist: fluff out his cheeks just right, scratch the base of his horns, start working on his ears, the scratch where he’d snagged a shrub was feeling much better but still a little tender–
“Mhhhhhyeah,” Mahriti yawned, closing her eye again. In the usual fas