Wheeling Gull Isle racharra sees a ghost

tossed off him, or maybe she caused him to fall, racharra barely gets back up on her legs. instead, she slumps. the weight of her soaked mane alone is enough to drag her down, so she gives a shake of her pelt. it changed little, as beach sand insisted on clinging to her fur.

she clears her throat, about to speak until realizing the boy had said nothing. golden eyes meet silver and copper. he stands so low to her. not in a bow, but the same way beasts do. but he understood her when she'd demanded to be let go. the nebet stares at him, observes him. he's smaller than her from what the moon had allowed her to see. lanky, and he carried a strange gait. injured? or.. she is far too spoiled by Ra.

racharra lowers her head too, their planets aligning though she remains seated.
..thank you. the silence breaks if just for a moment. the gods observe.