Hideaway Strath taigiroku

around her stand red baubles. some have opened, petals peeling, like the sun. some have been open too long and are dark like dried blood, withered too, and smell deeply wrong.
satsu observes these as she slowly comes to herself. she decides she likes the budding ones more than the others. they remind her of roses bundled tightly.

morning, sunshine. for a beast so large he knows how to move. satsu does not sense his presence until he is nearly atop her, and shrinks down among the stalks of the flowers hips-first.
her new home is quite different from the old; she nods politely.
there is much for me to see.