Lion Head Mesa 家 okaerinasai

a fleeting warmth brewed beneath her breast to germanicus' words, hearing them as a brokered peace, the smallest of white flags ready to be plucked away should ramesses retain his lordly petulance.
they moved together to the wellspring and it was there ramesses spoke again. satsu was careful, measuring his tone and his length of attention spared, in case another correction was necessary; but he had been quick to cease his bantering.

harder to cull his teasing, which brought a warmth to satsu's face she tried to force away.
in the water he looked more narrowly built, certainly smaller than germanicus; the corners of satsu's mouth twitched as she thought, look at how quickly you shrink before another man!
but it was not right to put voice to this.

if you would like to dine first, that is alright. she addressed after the invitation by ramesses, looking to crowfeather, then germanicus, trying to read them (the older man much harder to discern).

it surprised me the first time i saw the deer in this place. they are not as flighty as the deer of the woods, and are golden and warm, like the sandstones. she spoke of the pronghorn that occasionally visited the mesa, but mostly were found on the steppe beneath.
she felt she was prattling on, but had to keep up conversation to make up for pharaoh's antics.