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must be strong and loyal? racharra nodded only to keep up appearances.

ah? what has brought you so far away from home, then? akashingo didn't have any bodies to practice the art of mummification upon, yet, so if her mentor had referred tadihor to the palace then they may have to wait.
well. she could practice on rashepses. a smile trickled its way through racharra's lips, a giggle seeping through at the thought and her training in restraint was failing her like a damn about to overflow all that it contained. racharra bites her lips, and prays for forgiveness.
my apologies — i assume you enjoy it?