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he was wrong, of course.
satsu's bias against coyotes was not limited in any regard to maggie; she loathed jawahir more but could not show it, lest the creature were to spill secrets that the dancer prefer remain absent from the limelight. speaking their name brought a flurry of emotion to satsu which she contained as best she could; pharaoh was watching her so intently that something might have slipped through the cracks.

with a flustered breath satsu tried to put order to her thoughts.
she wanted to know my role here. thought i was one of your chosen.

the girl straightened, standing proud and proper with a rigid spine, as the very idea was preposterous.
when she learned otherwise, she insulted me repeatedly. i do hope you fix your broken toys now that you have come home. not a hint of acid in her tone, but a cool simmering.