Lion Head Mesa plumes

word had been passed along to her; ramesses requested her presence. satsu tried not to be bothered by the sneer on jawahir's face as it was delivered.
there was time to decorate herself if she wished but satsu had tamar dismissed, letting her have the night to herself.
the withered scent of dry meadowfoam followed satsu as she pranced to where her fiancee waited; she dipped beneath the archway and drew close to where dinner had been laid out. it smelled sweet, from the fruit.
the image of maggie surfaced and satsu feigned deep interest in the meats to compensate, saying nothing.