Lion Head Mesa 武士 Yūyake

around the same time as this and this. open to anyone still at the mesa!

one look; then ramesses had departed.

she had expected to feel sick, to feel weighted by the knowledge that akashingo's time had come; that the bear-folk were the vanguard in a war between the sun-man and the giant.

satsu felt lightness everywhere.

she danced along the hallway to where crowfeather rested.
the eyes of arsenio lingered somewhere in the now hollow palace;
alone with the fellahin lingering out of reach, tamar's eyes on her, sayf drifting nimbly through the alcoves.

all at once she felt she could scream.