Hideaway Strath linen

he had much to say; some of which was of value, most of which she thought, he said only to hear himself.
titles layered upon titles, none which meant anything. his arrogance was boundless and satsu did not know which she favored more: this, or the leering of the daimyo. at least kynareth did not oversell himself.

aiyaa! the man was right though. frustration clouded her now, made her an ugly thing. the calm of their conversation was lost and pharaoh did not deign to wade through the murk of it, now that his business by the water was concluded.

come find me when you have decided.
and so he would go, leaving satsu with her wilted gifts which had, until now, been forgotten.

she grasps them in her teeth now and in her haste, tosses them to the water where they float, until they sink. their dull crimson blooms and fades as if they were never there at all.