Two Eyes Cenote spur & point

ooooooh shit

Rashepses brought a frothing, foaming rage to Zaahira. Voiceless was this opinion, even if the man himself clearly knew it as of this point.
Khusobek calls, and the pantheress is quick to come to his side, even as his opening statement cuts her like a jagged knife. Slick and smooth as her stride comes to be even with his; a tired scowl pressed to her sullen features.
She does not answer until she confirms none can hear; and even still, caution is her priority. He is a powerful man, yes, that, of course, seemed to be fact. but it is her choice. Not ours, or that of his men, no?
She stops only briefly to veer toward a bush of sagebrush, a leg hiked. She watches with pupils pricked, snake-like. Do you favor him?