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no; nevermind. satsu hotly replied, eager to drop the subject of the pale thing. this maggie. what was that short for, she wondered?
maggot.
she tried to think of others but they were mostly in her father's tongue and, well, that gets irritating to translate all the time.

satsu goes on to sigh through her nose, having clenched her jaw without thinking.
the blossom she had brought with her was now some ways along, having been towed by the current, and she looked for it again but could not find it. oh well.