calling

"Racharra," Eset breathes, tucking her chin. Love.

She considered how to explain herself to the girl who may not understand, who’s birthright had granted her some manner of protection from the unpleasant- that it was not only upon Toula’s order she remained in the south. Eset had never felt shame in her position, but it did not explain how her throat suddenly went sapless when next her lips part.

“I have been fellahin my entire life. Muat-riya allows me to expand my opportunities. I feel... there is something for me here. A real chance at happiness.” Her face tilts, an unfaltering look studies the girl. So little of her intimate life was shared. She’d wanted Racharra to hold onto the remains of her childhood- yet now, Eset felt this too was evolving between them.

“But...you can come visit me. Anytime, no questions asked. You’ll have the biggest of the noble rooms, and may stay as long as you like,” her voice wavers. “In fact, I see no reason why you couldn’t move if you wanted, and continue your studies here.” To be with me.