Lion Head Mesa estrella [m]

nothing? yet the girl pines for it. satsu finds the answer unbecoming, but she does not press. ultimately it does not matter what belen wants, or why.

kasmut says...
jawahir says...

jawahir cannot be trusted. the queen snapped. winter's thickest snowfall could not compare to the ice within her tone. she draws a careful breath afterward, as if to melt it all away, and is somewhat successful.

what have they taught you? satsu asked of the girl then, her eyes still following the curves of the hillside; she thought to herself will i become as curvacous?

imagining herself fattened by pharaoh stirs something inside of her.