Lion Head Mesa peach pit

eugh! what comes out of this man is as putrid as the rest of him, and racharra whacks a lump of sand to bury it or get him to stop. back up on her feet, in this flurry of shame, anger, disgust, and probably something else, racharra can just barely catch the next grunts of the brute.

his name is supposedly rakhvazzo, but a bell rings. it rings, and rings. in all the ringing, did she mishear? desperate, racharra returns to the ledge.

what was it? the other name? golden crescents become full suns, brighter than even the light behind her. racharra's voice lightens to where it becomes as airy and flighty like a feather caught in a breeze.