mu’abla.
@mpthoth
lately, one of bastet’s favorite routines has been trips to local bakeries and cafes to meet with a fellow council member. their conversations range from general meetings and discussions to the latest gossip, and with a flighty mind such as hers the engagements are always welcome. locations are always helpful in that regard, really — beautiful atmospheres offer mental stimulation that keeps her in a relatively good mood.
the issue here lies that, with such calm and quiet surroundings within the yue tea garden, it’s ridiculously easy for her eyelids to droop — especially when she went out of her way to skip a catnap and arrive so early. she didn’t want to be late, of course, but time is a fickle thing; and so she can blame time as she leans back in her seat and allows the serenity to overtake her.
the former lioness sleeps peacefully with a single fang peeking out from her lips, and it isn’t until a familiar voice reaches her groggy mind that she jolts awake. her ears perk and tail twitches in a sudden wave of alertness, golden eyes falling upon the man — thoth, she realizes just as quickly as she realizes what’s happened. she stands from her seat, hands all but slamming down onto the table in front of her.
“ah— thoth! i’m so sorry, i really didn’t mean to be knocked out when you got here,” she apologizes with a hand coming to absentmindedly (and rather abashedly, if she’s honest) twirl a strand of hair, “i skipped a nap or two and got here quite a bit earlier than i meant to, so…”
bastet offers a sheepish, toothy grin as well as a small bow — both of respect and to further her apology. “anywho!” she chimes, “go ahead and order some tea, paw-lease! it’s on me today.”