Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

it was fortunate that tamar spoke so softly. had she been more gregarious a creature satsu would have lashed out most definitely, and instead she lay curled against her now, eyes closed, listening and sulking.
what a question to ask now, while satsu nursed a hangover.
satsu hummed to herself, nosing against tamar's fur as if they were close friends, sisters from girlhood, which was as far from the truth as anything could be.
i don't know, she finally responded.
i won't know until it is done.
he was the antithesis of what her father would have wanted; the question from the previous night came to her suddenly, whether sadasane would be proud of her or not. no; he would not think of her at all, and would see ramesses as a fool.
not a warrior at all, a boy of hedonism.
i am happy he is mine, that i was free to choose.
although she wasn't sure if that was the truth either. had she chosen ramesses, or had ramesses merely noticed another pretty thing to collect, and manipulated his way to obtaining it - her?
it is only business - she remembered saying so to crowfeather, once.