Ocean's Breath Plateau staring into the sun

the reminder comes like a sting. greatwater lake — zharille — is forever seared into her blood. racharra suppresses a hiss.

instead her head goes limp, swaying as she drops it. she can only look up at the man now. he really was little, but carried such a grand presence. it overwhelms her.

through pouting lips she mumbles: i wish i was only of akashingo.
had she'd been toula's daughter, or eset's, how differently would things have been. neither would never had made her choose. neither would have left her for better prospects, all the while shaming her for doing what she thought was right.

but in the end racharra only has herself to blame. she chose the red sands, and she can't take it back. nor does she want to.

i know it'd be different. rather, she trusts it'd be different.
but for now i wish to focus on marriage.
a thought enters her mind and circles it like a fly, buzzing in her ear so that it may be heard: is the marriage to be rid of her?