The Thought that Counts

Rakia maintained her quiet composure, the scholar woman's words swirled around her like a gentle fog, seeping into her thoughts and making her question herself. Fear? Repulsion? Fascination? These feelings had never been strong within her, she always considered herself more stoic than most. Her gaze shifted to the burial mounds, a strange sensation of familiarity rippled through her. Why would they frighten her? They were just hills, right?

She turned back to Talyssa, inclining her head slightly to show she was listening. She studied the woman's face, delving into those earnestly expressive eyes and noting the way her gestures danced in the air as she spoke. Rakia found herself drawn into the rhythm of Talyssa's speech, the rise and fall of her words echoing in the silence that followed. Her voice- her beauty made a particularly dull topic at least somewhat engaging.

"Rakia Perreau"