Firefly Glen [PHE] tunusisak ⧫

perhaps racharra shouldn't be here. she was no healer, nor did she have a keen eye for herbs. only whatever disturbs the foliage. despite her upbringing, she probably would've been more suited to the hunt.

but would it not be polite to express interest in a potential mother-in-law's craft? especially if she must live with her? racharra enters after toula and the royal daughters, careful to not get in tavina and the fellahin's way. she smiles towards the moonwoman; hello again. racharra speaks with a bow before settling. she keeps quiet as toula speaks, watching the royal girls play with their honey. she would take the task of the cobwebs. 
the confidence she had entered the room must've been caught by the cobwebs. when the nebet's paws attempt to sort them, she had realized this was much harder than the noble had ever imagined as delicate threads clung to her with a ferocity stronger than her ogress blood.