Lion Head Mesa opening of the mouth

being here did not give satsu the satisfaction she expected. to see maggie placed here, shrouded, treated as though she was worth something. knowing that the woman's end came by the will of nyra and also, to some extent, her own.

the queen looked to those gathered; it was mostly fellahin. she sought the eyes of slate the teacher of ursus, though the bear-people were settled at their camp. they had not been invited to this private affair.
when jawahir began to speak satsu did not care to listen.

she knew that maggie meant much to pharaoh; she would keep watch of his mood most importantly, but felt nothing for the pile of bones that lay upon the altar, thinking only, 'what a waste of good food, to find its way to her.'

satsu had seen enough death. she knew that maggie was gone, not that she had gone anywhere, as death was an ending, but she would not protest this fact before her fiancee or the vermin that now spoke in tongues.

the icy woman was silent, picture perfect and lamenting—though it was for show.