Two Eyes Cenote [WP] You don't have to be a star

Everyone is polluted.

She’d done her smiling. Now she wanted to be drunk and having her way with the wedding gifts or a stranger she’d never see the face of.

She’d briefly set her tray of fermented fruits down to be swallowed by the shadows. The feldspar wall was cool on her back as she looked out onto dancing guests and courtiers in their glory, clattering their adornments, throwing their heads back in laughter.

The fellahin was intent upon spying when a lovely song misted through the hall for her ear. She chose to follow the thread of a wisping voice.

In darkness the little bird was just beyond vision. Gently, though unannounced, the coywolf lingered aside to better hear their words.