Lion Head Mesa the lotus step

satsu tidied the shared space that had become her chambers. alongside tamar, who had once protested against such work by the queen, but was swiftly silenced.
she had found the dry lizard and placed it upon a stone shelf within view of the door. beside this, sprigs of wintergreen one of the mazoi had brought back from patrol, and was aligning a pile of dry flowers when she noticed that tamar had frozen.
looking to where the maiden stared, she saw the oncoming golden figure. ramesses appeared determined; this was his way, and so satsu suspected nothing.
the white-faced coyote fellahin was at his heel, and a mazoi at the other; this was odd, but satsu only had eyes for her husband. a look of concern creased her face as they arrived; tamar, eyes averting.