Lion Head Mesa cartouche

he seemed amused.
it was hard to tell sometimes; he so often looked outrightly bored during their travel to this point, and took little fascination with the surrounding landscape, at least not in the open manner that satsu showcased.
what would they need to do for proper liberation? and would they ever be truly liberated, knowing the likes of kynareth or nyra, who wanted to take hold of the throat of the world only to shake the life out of it?
then let us go and see, she huffed, finally turning away from him in the manner of a petulant child. it wasn't petulance exactly, but annoyance, knowing it was her own fault they were beholden still.
besides, the view was much better here than in that damned valley.