Lion Head Mesa yoakenoyume

he was quick and honest.
satsu turned her ear to his voice and had to stop herself from doing more. what she had dreamed was a haze now, she knew there had been faces and voices among other things, but could not tell if his was among them.
—seeking to tend to the lady satsu...
the woman swallowed thickly.
tamar could have been anywhere; she had gone off to sleep in her own alcove at some point during the night, and now perhaps was hard at work.
no. she sharply answered.
a hesitation.
you may walk with me.
she began to move, but did not know where to go first. the wellspring came to mind for the wrong reasons.