Lion Head Mesa Ō kara no tegami

in haste, i sent someone to the caldera already, but they did not need their help with crowfeather here, and the message that germanicus would carry was something different.
but—there is something. satsu did not know how to word things; her eyes filled with crowfeather, her mind (and tongue) with ramesses.
we were to have a feast in celebration of.. our marriage. while you spread the news of the saints, could you also invite our neighbors here? tell them they are welcome to celebrate with us.
the dichotomy of these things gave pause to satsu, but there was no time for such hesitation. pharaoh needed tending and - begrudgingly - so too did maggie, wherever she'd been cast aside.