calling

there's a gap between them, and now it would only grow longer. with distance, with time. racharra could only linger in what she realizes were the last moments before the next time she may visit the new palace.

the nebet shifts and watches one of her adornments flutter onto the floor as she searches between the gap for what she wishes to say. 
why? did you not like the palace? or perhaps she did not wish to be fellahin? what for? queen toula is kind — even fellahin were treated like nebs and nebets. racharra's voice didn't falter, but there's a hurt in it that not even her training could hide.