Two Eyes Cenote spur & point

But not every man does, the ghost of a smile finds her lips; turned upward at the edges and glittering. you should open your heart more often to Them, Khusobek. I think you will be amazed at what They may do for you. But you think it is beneath you, yes? You are big, burly man, you do not bow to sky people! her forelegs kick outward as she hops exaggeratedly in mockery. But They watch. And They listen.
The implicit fact of Khusobek is that he does not understand her. The implicit fact of men is that they judge; they preach and they demand worship, they cut and they bite and expect forgiveness. Maybe you will have to look at Rashepses through my eyes, yes? See a man, one who crawls into your home and rips it up before you, and then claims godhood. And demands you bow to him with no throne to kneel before. she pauses to chuff at the scorpion skittering along the sands in front of her; what a metaphor. He is a manchild. The last Akashingo needs is any more of those.