Lion Head Mesa i'm waiting to panic

the jest softened racharra further.

and i apologize for that. when i left, i hadn't really considered the ramifications of my sudden disappearance.

she pauses to look upon toula's offer, and accepts her warmth with the silent extension of her hand.
this warmth was worse than any punishment she could've received. torture, a scolding, exhile, would've been better. at least then things would be simpler, and racharra would for sure know that the red palace was never her home rather than constantly debate if she was ever fit to call it such. whatever toula was searching for, racharra wished she would tell her what it is she found: she might've been looking for it too.

i don't think i feel forced.. nervous, perhaps? confused. i don't know what is it i want in a man. what did you feel when you first met the consort?
lavender comes to mind.