Chimera Fields crawl

racharra confirms what deeper fear lay within zharille; that this daughter of her's has become a rival at the behest of these sandpeople, no less! but she is here now because she seeks a man. it does not go unnoticed that racharra speaks of the lake now, too. that she does want to take it back, that she does plan on it—even if that means bowing to the people of the red rocks.

they send you? say to racharra, go, find man! lake is yours! and you go? she is sneering.
everything she had said up until now was confirmed. you say you not dog, racharra. only dog follow. only dog go where told.

and this was the true failing of zharille: having placed her children with these people of the desert, she had given up all ties to them, and they in turn had lost their wild natures.

so, choose now. her voice is surprisingly level. she is tired of speech and tired of banter, and tired of all of this. but zharille will not back down or run—that is not in her nature. racharra of red rocks? little dog? or racharra, daughter?

she would not ask a second time.