Lion Head Mesa [ii] irtiu sha

it's easy to tell who is a neb or nebet by their clueless meandering through palace halls, or lounging upon plush pelts. 

this neb is the former, and to emphasize this he doesn't realize she is there when suddenly the distance between them closed. she inhales a sharp breath when the two collide from the own man's lack of awareness — carelessness she might even say. it didn't help that he was one of few with similar stature to herself.

racharra could only forgive him though, offering a smile of her own even if a little exasperated. hello, i'm lady racharra. it's a pleasure to meet you. and crashed into.