Lion Head Mesa kyōchikutō ♧

the servant girl blinked.

slate. merrick. servant. another maid, perhaps. she committed the names to memory, but not swiftly enough. 

the queen's voice scoured her ears again, and tamar cringed into a bow, flattening. 

with a low obeisance she backed from satsu's presence as she had been taught and then fled, higher and higher, to the surface until she might find this slate.

until she might be free of the queen's coldness and the cloying scent in the air.

she would return to clean the mess.