fiesty, this one. there was something familiar about her attitude, but time has long since passed for her to recall just who it was the woman reminded her of. she just couldn't help but smile, just slightly. there is a pull to the river — she gulps her saliva — but should she move from here the slender woman would not be able to yank the ogress back to safety. she could most certainly anchor the midnight woman should she be tempted, however. a slight twinge of jealousy strums through racharra at the woman's slender, beautiful features. to be as beautiful, would be nice. for now she just had to make the most of what she had as an ogre.

they would have to find a different pool to drink from, and from the looks of it there was plenty of room to find it. dry tongue reaches, and recognizes none of the scents it caught. she let stardust prattle, auburn ear giving her its undivided attention while racharra observed this new world she'd been thrust into. and already, it was a treacherous one.

i did.. i was someplace else when i last slept. finally the dark ogress returns to her savior. where are we? would you happen to know? she asks both the woman, and Ra. she knows He would never answer, though.