Lion Head Mesa okurimono

much as she would have preferred waiting for the return of pharaoh in silence, there was no quelling the voice of jawahir. every fibre of satsu's being wished to chase her out from this place, let her go back to living in the dark corners rather than the light.
she almost ignores the question, but seeing as they are alone together and there is no telling for how long, satsu must at least attempt niceties.
i like it for the solitude, and the view. i imagine he likes it for the sun.
satsu settles to her haunches, the silver of her belly having become tarnished by the grit beneath. she looked more and more like jawahir the longer they were together.