Lion Head Mesa okurimono

satsu did not want them here. the arrival of their royal counterpart had stayed whatever foulness jawahir had wished to say. another time. they would speak all the rest of it.

he offered solace to jawahir and their followers. at first the courtesan only wished to lightly scoff. freedom could only be had beyond such gates. as much as this man was well-liked, jawahir did not want to be kept even by him.

satsu. a debt to be paid. how could the honeyed creature be given payment and maintain their agreement from far across the land? a choice to be made, and soon.

show me. i may choose to shower you in jewels. soft grin, velveteen laugh, a reason to look expectantly in satsu's direction.