Lion Head Mesa khepresh

thinking back to the girl she had been made satsu feel alarmingly unsettled. it felt like a lifetime ago that she had mourned her family, stolen away with jawahir's aid, or been one among the nanban horde of kynareth.

her desire to be a warrior was forgotten. the urge to dance or to explore, put aside. more important things had come to focus on, and now she was here, before her self-chosen betrothed, feeling the singe of his gaze upon her.

of course, she murmurs, shy of dipping her face in the water, then to emerge and let it bead along her neck, catch in her lashes.

together.

the wellspring felt too warm today, thought satsu.