Lion Head Mesa okurimono

the name flowed from pharaoh's tongue.
it tumbled from jawahir's, far less enjoyable to listen to.
laughter from them both — and satsu was glad that there was pleasure to be found between them, she told herself, even as they pranced away, ensnared by one-another.
leaving her with the dying ember of their togetherness, until satsu began to draw along a different ridge and find a use for herself elsewhere.
she would try not to think of them together—but that was foolish, and only resulted in the opposite as she picked her way along.