Lion Head Mesa time flows quickly

racharra shakes her head, and refuses to let zharille's name tarnish the beautiful red palace, as if her name alone would cause everything to crumble beneath its might.

through sniffles, she listens to Pharoah's words of guidance, and takes them to heart. the moonwolves. she hadn't seen many while visiting moontide, none of her age anyways. but then again, she was occupied with other thoughts. she nods. at the very least, it'll be a good start.

i'll be able to, i think. if anything, i'll consult you. the nebet promises the Pharoah, trying to hide her sorrow as she continues to choke on it.