Deepwood Weald all aboard a sinking ship

much to her surprise, he's honest. tactless too! racharra raises her brow, but she does not seem offended. the scene was beautiful, but for a simpler man like raiyuk, it's understandable that it would be too much. far too overwhelming. his bluntness gets him a smile.

i see. it's mostly because of the importance of the Pharoah, but i'm sure the other weddings would be far less grand. she thinks. it was the only time she'd ever seen a wedding, and admittedly she didn't pay too much attention to anyone who wasn't radiant, gleeful toula.

are they? i think i saw them.. but far, far out in the distance when i was traveling. they are magnificent.. and they make an excellent meal, but far too uncommon to sear the taste into her memory. instead, she bites into the pheasant so thoughtfully and meticulously prepared for her.

...do not worry on escorting me back to akashingo. she decides to clarify after a moment of quiet. if she brought home a man, even if he wasn't her chosen, too many assumptions would be made. racharra feared so, anyways.
i can manage. we are headed in its direction, so it'd be easy for me to arrive.