Ouroboros Spine without a compass

with hesitance is how racharra enters the ulaq, watching as a meal is prepared for her by the moonwoman, to which the nebet utters a gentle thank you. wine would do good with this, and racharra wishes she'd taken fermented fruit from the isle or from home.

kukutux stands before her, and she is as sharp as racharra hoped she would be.
trade is part of our deal with moontide. marriage is what akashingo offers to all of the moon villages. racharra begins after a swift bite of food.
i am looking to betroth to a man from either of the villages. a man of strength, preferably. i came first to look, to see my options, before reporting back to the palace and making frequent trips from then on. but i've been told that you are a matchmaker. is this true?