Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

shame — so much of it she was disoriented by it; weakened enough for a brisk wind to push her aside. the slightest sway of her hips concluded with a stomp of one foot, a clawing at the bank.

coughing, vertigo. a mild panic that she refused outright.

the calm came again as she sucked in breath, seeing glimpses of herself in the silvershard water.
raising her eyes, satsu watched the water as it rippled. serpentine bodies sluiced further out. her belly groaned — but she was focused now on the more terrestrial presence that lingered nearby.
sakki—
kyn-dono ?