Lion Head Mesa okurimono

bedchambers.
was that what he called their hideaway? though it did not play upon her face this time, satsu felt a burning in the back of her throat, a stinging sensation in her chest, as he shared this secret place. it was childish of her to be possessive of that dusty hollow; if this was to be their home then others would surely know if it.
—but jawahir was too much an other.

—tell her what we have chosen to call our palace. pharaoh segued, eyes only for jawahir. the vermin watched satsu with a grin that the dancer found displeasing.

akashingo, she answered curtly. where everything is red, from the sand, to the light that dawns across the stone.