Lion Head Mesa cartouche

she breathes the stale air and then nods, only to make an accepting sound at the back of her throat instead. the light here was dim in many places and satsu was much darker in complexion than he was, making her hard to see, or so she presumed.
as they made their way back along the shelf and then down, to wind among the rocks together, satsu wondered aloud.
if this is to be our home, i suppose that means it is time to seek out the daimyo and tell him. it will make a good outpost - or a kingdom, if we find our fortunes here.