Lion Head Mesa yuki 雪女 onna

the sky was dark. clouds hurried in great gusts overhead, with a chill to the air that even akashingo could feel.
satsu lingered on the hidden balcony of stone that led to the plinth, where she had been wed. snow might not touch the mesa — but winter had arrived anyway, and she was awed by the changes in the air.
in time spring would come; the expectation of the season lingered in an almost threatening manner within the back of the queen's mind even as she tucked towards the shelter of an alcove, finding warmth in the corridor there, as well as the familiar scents of home.