Golden Glade kinpaku

her steps ceased with one limb extended out as if mid-stride, hearing him. as satsu drew her eyes across where he poised himself she huffed softly to herself and adjusted to sit.
had he followed her out here on purpose? the way he lingered in the light, pharaoh looked to have been there before her; except there was dishevelment to his coat. tufts out of place. green stains and shades of faint mud.
your ra touches many places, she countered, thinking herself silvertongued in the moment and missing the innuendo. and yet, to find yourself precisely here.
where she hoped to be alone. how presumptuous of him, seeking her out. equally so of satsu, thinking she had some sort of pull on one so vain.