Lion Head Mesa i'm waiting to panic

it wasn't hatred though that plagued her. oh, but maybe it did? she wasn't sure.

you've done nothing wrong. i know what i must do, and that is why i left — i visited the moontribes, and will hear word soon from one. racharra finally rises, lips curled in such a wide smile her golden eyes crinkled into crescents. ogreish teeth threatened to rear their ugly heads, so she's quick to temper herself. their matriarch is a matchmaker, moonwoman they call her. at the very least, it is a start.

..i did not wish to cause any trouble. i just.. the nebet shifts to a more neutral, contemplative expression as she scavenged for the right words. ..i don't know. at the moment, it was just her and toula, not Pharoah nor the Divine One. all pretenses of nobility fade for just a moment. i felt lost.