Hideaway Strath taigiroku

fireflower glen
early morning

for the first time in weeks satsu sleeps deeply.

when she wakes she has sweet honeysuckle on the mind, remembering the pale dawn over the hills of her father's han; that same dawn snaking through the boughs of the forest.

sun-shafts catch golden motes of pollen.

satsu rises, stretching cat-like from repose, and a sense of foreboding creeps up through her chest.

she wards this off with a yawn and a shake of her shoulders; a subtle carmine glow wakes slowly with her, though satsu had yet to notice.