Lion Head Mesa yoakenoyume

his voice filled the space, echoing along the hallway or within the sloping stairway, not loud enough to disturb any of ramesses' collection should they take notice - but too loud for satsu, who remained silent.
while she had wanted to get to know the man - this watcher - a little more, now she found his voice was like a river which flowed and flowed. it was her own fault for prompting him, she thought.
what did she care for his gods or his view of the world? he seemed as simple as any other common folk who worked the han.
i think i will make a visit to my orchard, she declared.
the trees there were old and dry, unlikely to carry any fruit, but it had served as her hideaway before.
perhaps tamar is there. tending the plants, or tidying the space for later use in the day, it did not matter.
onward then, as if the guard were no longer present.