She would know that sloping silhouette anywhere -- the hair, the walk, the way his shoulders point down in a slouch: either their family ferreted an identical twin away somewhere, or that's simply her sweet little brother.
Richia will take her chances on the latter being true, shoving her way through the crowd -- impolite, and not following the decorum a queen should have, but no one on this island knows anything about her. No one can stop her here; steps quickening so that her shoes make a sound as she picks up speed.
She doesn't even pause as she vaults herself right onto the other's back, a practiced manuever, like a little monkey flying to a branch. (Wide and warm, with that faint whirring from all he'd done to himself. Yup, DEFINITELY her brother.)
"Gokuraku, you're okay! Ah, and I'm here too, so we can visit this market together!"