Lion Head Mesa just take it easy on yourself

torn was racharra's attention by the distinct voice of rashepses. her brows tense, itching to knit but she restrains herself. her own golden hues meet directly with his.
..i heard. i did not think she would.. i've already apologized to her. with the flick of a wrist she dismisses the fellahin, her plans disturbed by the consort's presence alone.

of course not. she all but scoffs at the accusation. i left for the moontribes to begin arrangements for suitors. perhaps i was too haste, too brash, but i didn't falter from my duties.
but i did not let a man touch me; i have not been spoiled. though now she reconsiders it.