Lion Head Mesa You've got smoke in your eyes

his laughter came easily. satsu mirrored him, though her tone was more forced, easily harmonizing despite feeling ill about the entire conversation. she was glad he was not going to go and face the saints alone, with his kind eyes and open emotions; what sort of spy indeed?
i am glad, the ascendant went on to say, sighing audibly, and then shaking some of the tension from her shoulders - a quick shimmer of her coat.
you mean a lot to me, crowfeather. i— when i speak of family, you.. are among them.
the last thing satsu could handle was the loss of another brother.
in the graylight of the underground, perhaps he would miss the red of her cheeks.