Lion Head Mesa heaven's not enough

mmn. whatever threat could they pose to akashingo, racharra preferred not to know.

of course i do. racharra sighs, though never hesitates. of course i'd wish things had been different. in a better world, everyone could've been in akashingo, or allied. it could've been her siblings and her sitting together in this hall, closer in distance and in heart as they share prayer. instead, the gods can only look down at her and zaahira.