Lion Head Mesa 発火 akejosei (m)

the queen's quarters were empty.
the furs that had piled there, which once lived in the alcove of arsenio or the little nook that served as tamar's waiting place beside her door, now gone.

wet prints across the floor led outside of the mesa palace.

strewn across the side of the palace wall, down from the cliff's edge, was the collection of fine things. the last one having just been cast from satsu's own grip. as the furs tumbled she watched them, breathing heavily.

then, turning towards the palace, paused upon the promontory. windswept as she was, satsu could not make the heat within her skin abate.