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Racharra took a moment nod at the stranger's question before narrowing her eyes as he lowered himself. she wasn't that small..(she was) she pouted momentarily before deciding the only remedy to this insult is to stand upright, including her tail.

Thutmose.. she mouthed the name once it was given to her, breaking her gaze. once she felt she had it memorized well enough to be able to pronounce it, her marigold eyes returned to meet his.

Racharra. nice to meet you. what are you looking for? a longer sentence, but it didn't break her monotone.