Hoshor Plains eighty-sixth

me not realizing it was my turn SOBS IM SO SORRY

given senmut's request, zaahira felt she had nothing important to add. grateful for his added request for military trade, she gives her approval with a small nod of her head.
the lady of yellowstone was — quite a beautiful one, and certainly unexpectedly so; the jodai's eyes grow large as she discreetly studies the length of her limbs, the confident tilt of her head, the way her voice rolled from her tongue like a whip of thunder. she is broken from her trance by the grunt of a bison which now eyed her rather suspiciously.
she readjusts herself politely, shifting now to make room for the fellahin which would surely come forth with offerings.