February 16, 2024, 03:16 PM
backdated to the night prior to the expedition to moontide. tags are for reference.
those chosen for the expedition already planned for if and what they would bring. she recalls @Haizel will bring the perfumes, and had some idea of some of the goods akashingo are expected to trade alongside any personal goods.
now alone in her chamber, and the dead of night, racharra is restless. but she does not pace. instead, she digs — digs and digs — for a long buried treasure. she'll hide the hole later, and if anyone came to disturb her she'd lie and say she was just disposing of something intimate.
then, her claw hits something, and she dives in to grab it with little hesitation.
when she was smaller, her jaw could just barely hold just one. now, they fit more comfortably.
dusty and crusted in ground. but where the red sand crumbles off under her paw, their brilliant colors glimmers even under khonsu's moonlight.
the gemstones she found what now felt like a century ago are in pristine condition once she dusts them off. red and blue stare and shine at her, as if excited to be with the one who uncovered them; the gifts that were never gifted.
racharra's brow furrows as she fights the emotions trying to emerge. she feels silly sitting here.
she bundles the jewels delicately in deerskin so as to not make too much noise, turns back to the hole, and covers it permanently.