The triton cataphract gently smooths over the irritated scales of his companion, Sirena, on this sweltering day in the stable outside the mines. Though there was plenty of cover for the mounts hitched to the Concordance's post, the dry wind afforded no relief, much less escape from the arid climate. The sea-cat was snoozing deeply in a more comfortable size -any larger would make her suffer more in the heat. She rolls and turns with the soft affection, but never quite enough to wake her from her slumber.
Apolanis himself has doffed his heavy armour, the simple linens he has on as a means to stay cool. Going back into the shade of the mines was always an option, but he always worried about Sirena, especially with the turn of the weather.
"Maybe we can ask Basha about letting you stay in the grotto. I'm sure if you stay tiny, you won't be a bother to anyone." He converses, knowing he won't get much of a response. "At least, unless you make yourself to be." He gives a playful scritch behind her ears, before resuming his smoother touches, almost meditatively.