Rosewater Oasis up in smoke

she rose on command, and stood as he waxed poetic. she'd mourned enough, and she certainly wouldn't do it in front of him.

but she would pray. pray, pray, that these past few days were just a dream, or a vision of what could happen if she were to fail. that was just wishful thinking, however.

the curves of her eyes sharp and elegant as meet samirseti. though sorrow dulled their once vibrant color, racharra was a noblewoman first and foremost. pupil to the finest and most elegant of women.
i will, Divine One. i'll pray that we find them.

and now she would be a noblewoman of vahanet.

i cant do a prayer rn bc i need this for her master ambassador trade LMFAO