Luneshale Pass (BOO) Sasori

and he was there, in coiffed pale gold and lazuli eyes which burned for her, burned for love;
"you linger with the young hawk-in-the-nest," ramesses observed. he knew not what had been said; it was not his to know, but satsu's impressions of soft-blue energies surrounded the footsteps of toula.
"she pays homage to you. worships you." as she should.