Sun Mote Copse Love me like you love the sun

it has been some time since satsu could bathe properly, though she is fortunate to have fine, short fur which is easily managed. this is not like her father's precious spring; there is a beauty to the waters here, but no cherry to perfume the air, no sweetness like that of honeysuckle.
it is not home. it can never be home.
but satsu is glad. she soaks for minutes, then lowers her head so that she is submerged. as she rises again the water lines her face and makes the gray shine silver in her coat.