Lion Head Mesa cupido

a shadow passed by her door.
not yet asleep, roused now by this presence, satsu drew up and away from her bedspread. tamar was asleep in the corner; somewhere else lingered the watchful arsenio, but she did not see or sense him.
quickly now, ducking to follow along the stonework, a silvered shadow herself.
the warrior filled the narrow walkway enough to swallow satsu in blackness, only his stippled, aged shoulders catching scant light.