Lion Head Mesa time flows quickly

the doors parted, and racharra's back shot up straight. she ushers in the fellahin after making sure the pelt was placed gently on their backs, and enters with a practiced stride. it's to her surprise then when the Pharoah greets her with gifts of her own.

oh — you shouldn't have.. a pained smile points her brows and lips upwards. it's good to see you again too, my Pharoah. how was your honeymoon?
it takes her a moment to tear her eyes away from the shining monarch as she motions the fellahin to lay the fur down so that toula may see it. as they spread out the fur, carefully so as to not rip out one of the shells from it, racharra takes a glance at the furs all set out for her. a couple strike her eye; the addax to be specific. but it'll be for later.

but first, i've brought a gift of my own from the trade: a fur carefully braided with shells from the coast. she explains, poised as she does do. it's all to contain herself though. a giddish excitement courses through her to see the Pharoah's reaction to the offering. to see the queen who raised her, saved her, marvel at her gift like she did oh-so-long-ago — that would be the greatest gift of all for the nebet.