Golden Glade kinpaku

satsu was in no such mood to dance; nor did she think to visit with any of the giants of the strath, seeking rather to distance herself from it all. she crossed the northern wall and ran the sweep beyond.
she ran until she could no longer. to the south rose a mountain, with the smell of sunbaked peat gathering to the north. the forest around her was alive with transitional reds and golds, and a caramel sweetness to the air.
for all the beauty to be witnessed, satsu was not privy to it. the tired hang of yellow in the glade brought only one thought to her mind: he who turns the sky to gold.
a gasp of frustration erupts from her lips as she rounds between the trees.