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her words had taken the Pharoah for pause, and racharra sits in silence while observing drusk's every move.

instinct, at best. spite, at worst. the nebet's attention remains on the captive, stalling to return toula's gaze. but he's not as beastly as i thought. the society he has been adopted into is sophisticated enough for him to have language but.. not sophisticated enough to not go pissing wherever he pleases.

...he does not recognize me. i have given my name, and he does not recognize it either. i might be mistaken. racharra's brow furrows, visible only from her profile as she's yet to given toula her gaze. only after a moment does she finally turn to the sovereign. what do you plan for him?