Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

Come on, my combat chameleon, give it up
You've got your life to attend to, buttercup

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As the first light of dawn kissed the vast expanse of the desert, and the soft whispers of the morning breeze stirred the sands, creating delicate ripples that danced across the red terrain, two figures lay intertwined in the cool safety of the temple's caverns.

It was the larger of the two who stirred first, a solitary beam of light piercing through a cleft in the rocks and brushing gently against his face. He shifted, tucking his head into the chest of the woman beside him and away from the snooping eyes of Ra with a protesting grumble.