Lion Head Mesa 武士 Yūyake

as she had before, in her own chambers, she reached for the fellahin. as the woman came close she was then pulled, collected, and made in to some kind of pillow for satsu to press in to.

regardless of how tamar felt, this was her job. this was what satsu had made of her. this was what satsu needed now, in private, wreathed in the scent of the man who would be her husband - while thoughts of crowfeather dominated her mind, and the memory of what had once before been lost.

this was what satsu had always longed for from her mother; she had always reached for it greedily, this closeness, and found the comfort now in the form of her attendant.