Ocean's Breath Plateau staring into the sun

@Senmut maybe?

a change of plans. 

today it is racharra that calls for the priest at dusk. she waits by the shoreline, away from moontide to allow for privacy. the moon's reflection on pink hued waters is her only company as she sits in front of it, settled in soft beach sand. the ocean strains its tide to kiss at racharra's hands, but the girl is unamused. 
the nebet that once was perhaps would've enjoyed the sight, but that girl is comatose now. asleep, but in ruin, for her dream lies in the ashes of the bridge she burned in one night.

racharra has, truly, only one thing to discuss, and that was the future of her stake on the lake. the ogre's words ring in her ears again: only dog go where told. her brows can't help but furrow as her bowels stir, ill with worry. how dire are the consequences for a dog who cannot do as told?