Kintla Flatlands udjat

the name of the latest of ramesses' collection did not matter much to her, but she accepted the gift - in so far as she could not deny the girl - and gave a curt tuck of her chin as the only visible acceptance.
satsu turned from ramesses then to look at the retreating figure, catching sight of her ginger shoulders, the tapered hips, just as the shadows swallowed her up. something ruminated within satsu that went unmentioned.
i do not have a gift for you. came her quiet utterance, her brows raising slightly, though he would not see. i suppose that will be added to my agenda.
brevity, then silence. satsu had much to do - more now with the addition of this girl to train, but she could call on jawahir and leave the pair alone for most of the day. a stifled sigh, and the woman danced away again - to her chambers, most likely.