Ocean's Breath Plateau shining all around me

in her lonesome, racharra caught sight of lands past even the safety of the shore. an isle, she was taught. how curious.

that wonder left her body as the noblewoman shot up at the sound of a voice behind her. with the slight shake of her pelt and clearing of her throat, racharra turns to face the stranger. this one was different from those of moontide, she did not smell of seasalt but more earthy tones. the smell is faint, practically engulfed by the sea just by being near its presence, but it was there.

hello. her brows wrinkle upwards as she offers the woman the slightest smile. i'm racharra, one of the nobles of akashingo. and you may be..?