Lion Head Mesa rivulet

the woman leaned close.
it was not a servant that spoke, but something greater—this girl was transformed by the experience, satsu thought. soon it would be satsu who was transformed.
girl to woman, to queen.

this was a lesson brought to her with flowing, flowering words. she felt her face grow warmer still. chest light.
every detail brought a new emotion to satsu's face and for once she was glad to have her own quarters, to be sheltered.

afterward, buzzing with all this new information, satsu did not know what to say. she drew from tamar's closeness and sat by her bed, digesting.