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Racharra stuck her muzzle inside the bag to finally free up her jaws. her mind lingered on Eset’s words — she hadn’t thought of what could be made out of the gems. a “crown” or “throne” could fit.

keep as is. the gems were gorgeous enough to be left alone, and the nebet struggled to imagine any other use for them. such pretty things should be left untampered.. but once the gems were in The Queen’s possession she understood they’d probably be put to use for something like Eset’s suggestions. she gave a firm nod at the fellahin's question, her tail wagging eagerly.

but she didn’t have to wait long. she perked at the sound of Toula’s voice greeting the duo and little Lady Racharra took a confident first step once permitted. she gave a bow to the Queen, as best as she could as a greeting. her heart beat so hard it felt like it clogged her throat, and she struggled to speak. the excitement was getting to her, but her tail continued to wag as instead of forcing a noise, Racharra returned the greeting with a gingerly curl of her lips.