Firestone Hot Springs Through the Mist

akashingo is bustling with activity, and jawahir has been displaced. with ramesses entertaining his bride to be in the night and tamar to watch over satsu in the day, jawahir was left out of sorts.
they did not like it at first; the roving band of bear-men, the appearance of guards in the catacomb halls—and always someone visiting the wellspring. there was little for jawahir to do but fade in to the background.
so it was that the courtesan went walkabout.
with the sulfur mists dancing among the reeds, jawahir nearly missed the sight of one pale man, looking like a figment to the coyote's mind. pale, pale, and paler still—even those eyes, as they lit with gratitude and pleasure, were nearly white.
beautiful, they thought as they prowled.