Lion Head Mesa dear heart

a wide smile etched itself on the nebet's face, mirroring the woman in front of her. she may never get to be a true daughter of toula, but deep down she knew she'd always been racharra of the redsands, some way or another.

and i hope to keep you happy. a girlish giggle slips through her as she dabs her ankles against her cheeks. nothing lavish. that should be saved for the wedding, afterall.

but i will take on whatever new duties await me. her brows furrow after a firm nod.