Two Eyes Cenote palace of the goddess

Work was everywhere. She was glad for it. A fellahin would not rest. Eset would not retire until well after midnight most nights and, asleep, would dream of smoke in the hours before the stroke of Ra would rouse and again the day’s tasks commenced.

This day work was set aside for travel and she did so beside Zaahira and Tuna, at Queen Toula’s left flank until the pilgrimage concluded in a grand bedrock atrium where she stood quietly amazed at the intricacies in the limestone and spacious pools which rivaled the grandeur of the red palace. There was no sense of anyone else having lived here.

An ear attuned to the Queen’s gentle charge which was received with a bow before she too slipped off into one of the many passageways, where she would eventually come upon an expansive vaulted skylit room glittering with embedded jeweled ore and befitting only one with holy blood.