3/8/2026, 9:31 PM
Citalá would have been content to hide away in the room Lyra had set up for Maggie. Oh, she’d find just as much joy hearing the ruckus from the trees and searching for mushrooms out in the dark of night.
But Citalá was not impolite. She was a good guest; even if it meant her ears being offended by awfully loud chorus from a boisterous man.
In the shadows she stayed, at the back of the rooms. As she meant to descend stairs, the spotted lady of the house barks out the grey woman clawing at the floorboards. Citalá presses herself against the wall with a scowl, but narrows her eyes at the glimpse of a glow between the teeth of Wisp.
Citalá wishes to have what everyone else is having. Perhaps it would dampen the noise.
But Citalá was not impolite. She was a good guest; even if it meant her ears being offended by awfully loud chorus from a boisterous man.
In the shadows she stayed, at the back of the rooms. As she meant to descend stairs, the spotted lady of the house barks out the grey woman clawing at the floorboards. Citalá presses herself against the wall with a scowl, but narrows her eyes at the glimpse of a glow between the teeth of Wisp.
Citalá wishes to have what everyone else is having. Perhaps it would dampen the noise.
![[Image: 106007549_dPQIlKWB0Oz29ei.png]](https://f2.toyhou.se/file/f2-toyhou-se/images/106007549_dPQIlKWB0Oz29ei.png)
speaks ch'orti mayan and common