Two Eyes Cenote In Heavy Mist, In Glitter Dust

Right behind them. She marched along with that smile riddled over her maw, and a pep to an otherwise boring step. Boring, boring, boring, boring. Should they eat, she was by them. If they so chose to lift their heads from a leisurely drink, she would be in front of them while they quenched their thirsts. Even so, there was not a peep from her mouth. One second, two second, two minutes, four, five hours, six hours, and seven days if she needed to, there would be a notable silence. Why speak? Why did she need to? Why make any noise at all? When she understood very clearly by order to watch them, and watch them she did, but they were so boring. Boring, boring, boring.

Machi said her name, and suddenly there was a quite louder, notable stomp from the devil. Their fates were already sealed. Moreover, she could give them a more damning one if she felt like it! At least, Legend had convinced herself of this much, because Machi was so thin and Rooke was an infant. They were so pushable! So biteable! Legend wanted then to grab onto Machi's tail and shake it violently. Maybe then there would be things more interesting. Less boring.