Sha-Razi watched from under the shade of a tree as the women servants tittered and splashed each other with the river's water. Guards were stationed around them to ensure their safety, as well as the clothes. Even though they were close to the edge of the jungle by the village, it was still a dangerous place. Nothing much happened in this part of the Kishahn, for many came by to wash clothes in this area, but thieves were just as common as snakes and scorpions in these parts. The women had helped with most of the items, but the work was soon done and now they were waiting for the colorful array of cloth to dry. That's when Razi felt the most lonely. She was surrounded in the company of these women, yet they saw her as something different; not quite them, but not quite royalty, and certainly not anywhere near the naga god's level. Razi was an in betweener, and, thus, even though they mean no harm by it, she found herself more or less isolated in their tossings of playful insults or bits of gossip.
However, Razi was more than just lonely- she was bored. The woman bit her lip and rose her feet, pulling a veil over her head. She walked past a guar by the shore line, who seemed concerned by her movements.
"Ma'am, it's not safe to go alone," he said.
Razi smiled at him. He was one of hers and a favorite, a young man named Jiipa with bronze skin and a naive look.
"Then come with me," she said in a carefree manner as she continued to stroll along the shore line.
"Yes, ma'am," he muttered, wondering if this was okay or not.
I won't be miss if it's for a few minutes, and don't stray too far, she thought as the voices of the women by the riverside become fainter.
