Lion Head Mesa gesuto o omukae

when finally the woman lifted free of the water, satsu was taking care to avert her eyes. she could not know the purpose of such behavior and erroneously thought it to be a ritual; any ritual from her home had been meant as a private moment, and so she thought herself to be kind and accommadating by focusing on the gift rather than the girl.

the sound of water dripping followed. movement in the shallows.
satsu looked, casually as she could, upon the bright-eyed girl and smiled when she smiled.

hello. i wanted to welcome you to akashingo. satsu offered with a dip of her snout, which then carried fluidly down to where the flowers lay bundled at her feet. she nosed at the petals of one flower before looking to nephele again.

these are for you, if you would like them.