Lion Head Mesa (ap) glowstone

as she drifted between guests satsu received glances from those she did not know, looking mostly petrified. those that she did know, among the fellahin and the imbibing mazoi, there was warmth, or sometimes a kind, shy word spared for her.
it was loud within the palace; everything smelled of strong drink and dried meats, and there were people she had not yet introduced herself to. yet her mind was on herself and her future. she spirited herself through the crowd until she found herself in a familiar corridor, leading towards her room.
except it was not meant to be her room any longer.
she knew this, and paused, and turned away from it with a vaguely forlorn expression, in time to catch sight of some woman with a sharp profile. initially thinking it was a fellahin, satsu was cold. she was prepared to ignore them entirely and stalk back out to the heart of the room where the wolves mingled.