Lion Head Mesa matte iru gēmu

a spur of the moment decision brought satsu to the wellspring, which at the time of her arrival was unoccupied. she had tamar clear what little debris she could see and then dismissed the maiden, so that the pool could be enjoyed in solitude—or as close to true solitude as the queen ascendant could achieve.

somewhere among the many alcoves rested arsenio, she presumed. perhaps he took up guard outside the spring, or stole some glances inside. as satsu stepped within the cool water and felt the chill creep up her flank, touch upon her breastbone, then her neck as she went deeper, she sucked a quick breath.

her mind was busy, as it often was; but the shock cleared some of her worries away.