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Racharra took the little bag from the floor and stumbled over to the Queen as she let the grownups do the talking. she bit onto a corner of the woven sack and gave it a firm but unsophisticated shake in contrast to her regal steps.

brilliant chunks of turquoise clinked onto the ground, and as they did an eager curled the nebet's lips. how brilliant they were, she pondered to herself as she stared gleefully before stepping back so the gems could lay in their full, unobscured glory.

gems. she stated, as if to confirm the sight before quickly adding: for you.