Lion Head Mesa chariot

the queen had been left to her own devices all morning. as the afternoon crept on, she thought to visit the wellspring, perhaps to find ramesses there; instead there was no-one, and so satsu took some time to have a dip by her lonesome.

she did not linger long within the cold confines of the spring. what would have been refreshing in the warmer seasons was far from it now, as the water feeding the spring from the snaking river had partially frozen. she removed herself quickly and sought help in drying from tamar, except.. oddly, the woman was not present.

satsu shook the water from her short coat, silently fuming that the maiden had abandoned her to the cold in this way. as she sought to find tamar within the corridors of the mesa, she caught her eye and opened her mouth to say something; but tamar shifted enough to one side and satsu saw her husband.

ramesses, along with a flat-faced little rat thing.

what is that? satsu pointedly stared down at it, confounded. she did not know if she should feel horror or pity for the creature; curiosity or worry over ramesses too, as he had brought it to their palace.