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the woman satsu chose their path.

jawahir followed, pleased to have outsmarted the wolf and gained the upper hand. such things were rare for her kind, and rarer still: to win against a girl surely destined for wifehood.

the two of them passed along flat land and came to the crimson stone, which arched and wheeled overhead with breathtaking height.

jawahir cast their gaze about for the pristine, proud form of her royal lover, but he had not yet come to meet them. what beauty do you both find in this place? so rough, not at all the palatial halls the courtesan had half-expected.