The Sentinels reunion

racharra was keen on the pulse of many things, but she failed to notice her own sister's jealousy. her sister smelled of earth, of travels with no end. much like their mother when she came to retrieve her children that fateful day. its a scent oh too familiar to the girl.


but something less familiar was play — long rain dives into a bow, tail swinging in the air. come get me, she knew what it meant, but she was struck with hesitation.
the last time racharra ever got the chance to play was when miho was still around. even as her younger sister grew bigger than her, the pair would roughhouse away from the eyes of the fellahin to avoid trouble. but after she'd lost miho she was left with none her age, and thus dipped deeper into her studies as a nebet and came out the other side a dedicated noblewoman — yet lonely all the same.

but she leans back, and prepares to pounce. a smile so wide, her pearly whites flash, stretches across her face. her own tail lifts, and waves itself like a flag and announces her own enthusiasm to join long rain in her game.