Ocean's Breath Plateau seventy-third

hope you dont mind me butting in!

now acquianted with the colony by the sea, racharra returns to the camp-to-be. her stride falters to a shuffle as she sees senmut speaking to the darker, larger man — the gracious host of this culture exchange, she concludes. though, she is not familiar with his name.

onwards. she gives a slight smile, one that feels unnatural, uncomfortable even, to her.
hello. i hope i am not interrupting. polite, poised, practiced. she keeps her shoulders firm and head high as if to receive a kiss on the crown from Ra himself. diplomacy is what she was taught, trained for. anything less would bring shame to akashingo for allowing a fool to become nebet.