Rihritha's breath caught in her throat as Naimishi's sudden startle sent the incense frankincense pellets trembling within the bowl. Swiftly and deftly, she restored their equilibrium, but her nerves were still on edge. "Something happened, child?" She asked, concern etched across her face.
"Nothing, Aunty!" She replied, mustering a forced smile. Why did this peacock suddenly pinch me? Seeing Rihritha's puzzled expression, she quickly diverted her attention. "So your son still cries over the soapnuts even now?"
Arazhan took a deep breath, battling the temptation to give her head a tight smack. Didn't they just wrap up that conversation? Why did she have to bring it up again? And how could his mother blab about his private matters to anyone in earshot? Especially to this nutty fruit, who would surely have a field day teasing him if she got wind that the soapnut son was him.