Blackfeather Woods birth spite

sorry for being on the floor before you nearly trampled me.. she huffs with a glimpse of a smile, her shoulders relaxing just for a moment.

i am from akashingo, yes.. not exactly, but it's what she'd have preferred it if she had the luxury of choice. her head tilts to the side, threatening to topple her over back onto the forest floor.
dwin does not ring a bell, but brecheliant does if only vaguely. the wedding is a blur — all the nebet can recall is the radiance of the Pharoah as she rose to her rightful throne. it would not surprise her, then, if everyone from the wilds came to the wedding and coronation to witness toula.

we're allies, right? the nebet hums. my name is racharra.