She jerks, ahving been caught off guard. She had been paying too close an eye on the 'intruder' and not her surroundings. Tense muscles are for naught as she takes in the form of her King, Mast. She relaxes looking up from unsure chocolate orbs.
Her auds are pinned to her head in fear, similar to a shamed dog. He says it's okay and starts towards the stranger. Wichita looks reproachful for a moment, weighing her options in her head before reacting. Well, allrigh' if he says so, she thinks to herself. She trusts Mast so she decides to follow. Catching up, she stays ever so close to his heels, eyes downcast as they make an approach. They would send the biggest one of all, she thinks. Eyes shifting between the ground and the black bulk before them, she feels much smaller than usual.
Mast greets the other, words of welcoming flowing from his lips. He sounded so sure, so confident. Wichita felt everything but. The visitor introduces himself as well, he was called Gaza, and had come from the Desert. She is relieved to hear that he had come on business, that meant, diplomat. She struggles to speak, finally giving her moniker as well. "Hi there, I'm Wichita. It's nice to meet ya." Though was it really? Her voice was terribly small, and she didn't sound convinced herself.
Aspiring Diplomat of the Gates