Lion Head Mesa kareshi

as crowfeather spoke, satsu felt as if she were encased in ice. trying to wade through a stagnant river as it was crusted over for the winter; numbed from skin to bone.
how sweet of him to worry.

as she was about to speak, he shifted the conversation. pharaoh, the upcoming wedding; satsu wasn't sure if she felt the shiver down her spine or if it was imagined, like the ice that held her firmly in place.

i am not... yet.

of all the topics to draw forth, why this?

it is for my own safety. with the way akashingo is to be run, i would be seen as just another jawahir or maggie to any visitors. this way i will be equal to pharaoh and... she did not know how to explain this well, as the very mention of both lesser women made her feel suddenly flush with warmth.

the throbbing in the base of her skull had resumed.

it is only business.