Wheeling Gull Isle racharra sees a ghost

he evades her questions, slick like the fish in the ocean, and all racharra can do is huff and puff over it. fine! she couldn't have his name, but his scoff at being from the moon tribes is enough to send a flash of disappointment. though, he's so far away from even moontide that it was silly to have asked.

instead he uses the language of beasts, despite clearly having learned speech. not as elegant as akashingo's but not as gruff and mangled as zharille's. his tail lifts like a black flag and while racharra understood its meaning she does not respond. not willingly. the instinctual part of her, however, liked the gesture maybe a little too much; her tail swings gently between her legs as if to fan out her lower half. that's the thing of beast language.. she can never forget nor suppress it.

flowers sway in the night breeze. while the wind lulls the flowers into a gentle dance, it errupts shivers through the girl — she can't possibly be sick! but the boy.. racharra also sneaks glances at him, and then his legs. it's only once the moonlight hits him on his left where she finally sees the cause of his staggering. a little gasp, rude as it may be — scarred, from battle? it's hard to imagine such a thin man getting into any kind of scuffle. even a playfight would've probably snapped him in half like a twig. it's out of courtesy for him that she looks away without a comment. it's none of her business as an intruder even when curiosity prods her.

suddenly, he's slows down, and racharra has to stop fixating on him. following his gaze, she sees the den. one final glance back at him, and she steps forward on her own. just barely could the hurt that ran through him, that bobbed his throat, be seen. the sight lingers with her as the nebet approaches the den. stepping inside, it's ordinary at first glance.

but racharra knows. she understands.

so gently she lowers herself. exhaustion returns, but she keeps her head perked. marigold eyes look out to him in silence — it'd be silly to ask him that. she lingers on his visage just a little longer before finally tearing herself away to ease her head.
imagining how he would look like under Ra's radiance.