Lion Head Mesa sakura no hana

satsu need not be reminded of the complicated tastes and poor habits of pharaoh. the petal took great care to mention things nonetheless, finding it humorous. her laughter filled the spaces between the trees. satsu couldn't tell the suffocating heat apart from the equally claustrophobic pressure of her own emotions.

i was taught to reserve myself for my future husband, satsu explained, her tone clipped. she was ruddy in the face and unable to look at maggie at all now. nobody had ever dared speak ill of her in this way, except for pharaoh, who only did it in jest; there was something more malevolent in the coyote's tone, real or imagined out of satsu's own bias, it was unclear.

feeling sharply betrayed by her own lack of understanding, satsu glared at maggie next and flashed her teeth, as if the display would warn her to stop her questions - or to leave. go on then, find someone else to toy with, creature!