The Sunspire [m] sun born

the last she had been laid in grass like this —

her face burned and wounds long healed ached much like her longing did. it all burned up within her, or maybe within that fired gaze of the one who held her this time.

just like the burning woman, makono did not want to wonder or think anymore.

she meant to use her divine blood to bring the pleasures of gods down upon earth, upon the point of this mountain and more importantly upon this woman.

and she meant to stay in the moments after, too, if they did not turn into warriors at-odds in the wake of this tangle.