Lion Head Mesa matte iru gēmu

with regard to the shifting and cooling weather in the overworld, one might expect the spring to be frigid to the point of unpleasantness. satsu can come to expect as much. during days of high wind when the weather did not permit her outside the palace, somehow the water was still warm enough to be inviting. nothing prevented the sun's rays from soaking in to the ground; the spring, therefore, was at a level temperature.
even so, satsu felt a tremble roll down her spine when a voice carried across the surface to where she soaked.
eyes deerlike at first, then softening—it was only a boy.
he was filled with apology.
the water is nice today, she mentions as a means of invitation, while smoothly moving over. there is ample space but she feels self conscious in the moment.