Lion Head Mesa time flows quickly

physically fighting a demon within me to not give another kudos but this thread is alr so sweet uggghhh

she could not argue with the Pharoah, as much as she wanted to. more of a debate, really, such fine furs should not be wasted on her. but if it's what toula wished, then granted it shall be.
well.. she relents, reluctantly picking the white addax skin. this one's quite nice.
it may be suiting for a wedding, she thinks. speaking of.

the semer-wati is not a man she's very familiar with, having only seen him during the voyage through the lowlands, and he came across as quite cold to the younger nebet. but if toula chose him, then the he must not be a bad man. she hopes so, anyways.

the Pharoah's intrigue in her own marriage startles the girl, and she nods vigorously. it's the queen's excitement at the idea that gets a chortle from the noblewoman.
there's not much to say! i just thought it'd be right. racharra contemplates telling on senmut right then and there to Pharoah — that the priest had all but directly offered her hand to the moontide lord three years her senior. she knew why, she understood and was almost willing. almost. but with the teasing tone he spoke of it with, she wonders how serious the priest was with his consideration. or if he was looking for something to dangle over her head while suppressing a laugh in the future. luckily, she is merciful, so for now that offer remains a secret. or potential for blackmail.

she watches as toula looks at the fur, and feels her chest become full. technically, there is another of it's kind, but racharra nods along to the Pharoah's admiring words. neither could be the exact same, not with the work required for it.
and then the fur slips onto the highnesses' shoulders, each little shell glittering and tinkling against eachother as the skin curls along toula's dainty figure. it's better than racharra could've ever imagined.
it is perfect on you, my Pharoah.