Akasha pulled him along as if the Eypharian was the guest and the kelvic was the true owner of the magnificent palace she had the honor of seeing. This was the first time she’d set foot on such lovely grounds, and her mind, so completely wrapped up in a world of sand, sand, and more sand couldn’t possibly imagine soaking in all the details carved into the marble, the walls and even the plants themselves. She felt her heart pound against her ribcage with excitement!
“Everything!” She exclaimed, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and then she paused, as if she finally had taken notice that what she was doing was particularly rude to begin with. She bowed in the customs of the Chaktawe, but her hand still gripped one Ifran’s many, regardless.
“I’m sorry, what is it that you do here, mister?” And then she grinned, “My name is Akasha! Ah-Kah-Shah.” She pronounced it with as much enthusiasm as she had for meeting such a strange man. “What is yours? Do you have any fun things to do? What‘s it like to be so rich?”