Lion Head Mesa time flows quickly

the pelt is set aside for her, and when racharra returns to face toula she is far closer to the girl than she remembers. the sea shell pelt that toula adorns clinks and jingles still, so the woman absolutely moved. it startles her just how excited the Pharoah is for a wedding that isn't even hers. maybe it's just the aftermath of a honeymoon..
questions pile on and on, and the nebet's cheeks fluster just a bit with each one flung. ah, well.. she stammers. what did she seek in a man? maybe.. easy to speak with? kind? playful... she furrows her brow while grumbling. i think i'd take just about anyone.
the broad-shouldered noble slumps. that i'm not sure of either. i'd like to stay in the palace, but if he does not take to it well? and if i'm not taken well in his kingdom, what then? a stubborn man would be a pain, probably. a stubborn heathen especially. and the in-laws... suddenly marriage doesn't seem so fun anymore.