Lion Head Mesa a prayer for rain

it was boring. that was what satsu needed now; something to bore her. something to keep her mind off of the terrible death of her friend and the curse that seemingly bled from the sands.

the girl did not seem pleased to be sharing but satsu cared little about that. she'd want what she'd want, and belen would provide like any good servant.

seven sisters. satsu did not look upon that comment with much scrutiny. seven sisters was a lot; and yet here she was, little belen, without any of them. she was not broken up by their absence. her mother, a priestess, and her father -- not here.

do you miss them? the queen watched the servant girl's face as if it were new to her. she put aside the knowledge of every contour of that face and body now, studying her soul with those blue eyes seeking something profound to lift the weight that she felt.