Golden Glade kinpaku

he went to lay in a patch of sun.
although his presence visibly perterbed her, satsu did not move. she could have left him there; for all the frustrations meted out by pharaoh there was a sense of connection with the gilded man now, and so she lingered.

as he went on to speak, satsu almost choked on her previous sentiment.
a brother, with a sister?! she looked upon him with a new sharpness, expecting the tone of his voice to shift in the joking way as before. instead he looked to her, no doubt seeking the stunned look she likely carried.

if it was... for the honor of your family, then it would be just. she recites this emptily, as one might repeat aloud some lesson from childhood. so say the teachings of my tutors.
yet here he was, away from such bizarre betrothals.
but, some lessons are... archaic things. meant to live in the past.
perhaps he agreed.