Firefly Glen [PHE] bloom in the shadows

taken aback by the boy's bluntness, racharra's widened gaze returned to those dull reds. is this a challenge? or just the bluntness of children? 
she clears her throat and reorientates herself. prim and proper, the nebet settles on her haunches before speaking.

yes, i am of this kingdom. i am racharra of the redsands, noblewoman of akashingo. since he asked for it. 
may i have your name now, too? you seem to be of high status yourself racharra's words were soft yet firm — this was still a child afterall. she could not find too much insult in him.