calling

she had touched a nerve, and racharra recoils. for a moment, there is silence.
..i'm sorry. i know.. though she didn't understand what that meant for a woman like eset, who has seen much more of the world than racharra has, the girl had also lived through enough to at least know that nothing in this world is ever simple.

ashamed, racharra hadn't noticed as eset's eyes glazed over in thought, instead having turned her gaze from guilt. the sudden clasp of her hand surprises racharra then as things settle to a gentler pace. but sorrow and solemn hung heavy like the vines that slithered through the gaps in the blue palace.

muat-riya is beautiful. while it is perfect for eset, it is not for racharra.
i pray too.. truthfully, i'd wish miho had been here to see Pharoah. i think she would've loved it.