Lion Head Mesa 家 okaerinasai

attention focused upon crowfeather. aware that he shrank and all but hid alongside her, avoidant of the older man. there was no time to process; no sooner had satsu thought the change odd, that germanicus' beleaguered tone erupted.
the elder, now made more akin to mount vesuvius, flowed with molten words - so quick to voice concerns, assumptions, even languages which were purely foreign to her.
and then pharaoh; agile with his wit, barbed and lancing with his charm. satsu could at least tell there was some issue between them that they danced around; playing at friendship in the way a boy plays with a snake in the garden.
a look spared to crowfeather, to ascertain if he understood anything that now went on between the men aside from excessive measuring - but then pharaoh called her name.
if you would kindly follow me, she instructed to them both, then swept away a step.
whatever the issue between the eagle and the sun, it was not appropriate. satsu shoots a quick, pinched look towards ramesses as she slinks by him.
the catacombs start here in the shade. the path winds in to the mesa, splitting in to large and small rooms, other corridors, and some access points. my favorite room has a deep wellspring; if you would like to rest and bathe, you are welcome.
turning around in the opening of the catacombs - flanked now by a hungry-eyed maggie who is fixated on the mountain man - satsu steps out of the way of both germanicus and crowfeather, so they may choose their path.
while you rest from the travel, jawahir will fetch something for your belly, if it pleases you. the order was clear, and there was jawahir slinking in the dark.