Lion Head Mesa cupido

for a warrior he was adept with his tongue. perhaps germanicus' talents went beyond what satsu expected of a man who roamed and served those he met.
she smiles softly, warmly even, unable to feign attitude for long. deception was not satsu's goal (nor part of her retinue of skills) and, seeing him bow then, she felt bashful.
i thank you for that. to her mind came the image of ramesses raging in sullen objection to the man arsenio, when he had been told.
are we to expect this man to replace you, too? or will you remain with us.
she thought of crowfeather, oddly possessive.