Lion Head Mesa hanasaka

the air had gone cold within the mesa.
it howled as it whipped across the exterior of the caverns, licking the rim of stone and bellowing along the corridors.

satsu had retreated to her former quarters.
it was warm there, but the air was stale. beneath a pile of bedfurs nested the dry ouroboros; the circlet made of lizard skin she had found in her room one day.

the bedclothes smelled strongly of tamar.