Chimera Fields crawl

zharille stirs in front of her, a wide range of emotions plays out in the woman racharra always likened more to a pillar until this moment: immovable.

her name, she's heard it thousands of times before, yet never from her mother. she nods when zharille huffs it, ignoring how it was butchered before her eyes. the woman steps back and racharra feels like, for just a moment, her heart skipped a beat and fear shot through her veins.

but it's her question that leaves racharra at a loss again. she steps back and rises to most of her height now.
desert, not of lake.
racharra chortles, exasperated. but.. i still am of the lake. she says, but is that even true? when she can barely even remember her father's face let alone where exactly she was born? she frowns, this is not a question she wanted to be asked.