Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

“Keiko; she made them. I served.”

A harried look slides past Legend to the corners of her bedroom. It was all in service, as her possessions were for a mazoi’s amusement. Nothing belonged to her.  If someone wanted to, they could harm her. They did not have to have a reason.  Pharaoh could not trust the hebsut to keep Muat-riya in her stead. Eset could not even be depended on to collect herbs off the cenote without becoming a liability.

“When will you return to Akashingo?” She asks, feeling an emptiness about the pack fracturing. She would miss Legend.