Two Eyes Cenote tungsten

her loneliness had become a bitter knifepoint that cut her gut when she woke in the morning.

tavina had begun drinking tincture of hollyhock to deal with the malady. even now she bent over the different portions of the plant, muttering to herself. 

idly the sesh wondered if any of the children newly wandering the halls might find medicine a suitable diversion, one day.

a sour taste lingered on nazli's tongue all day, every day. she thought she had brought back a sickness from akashingo and—well, better it was her and not the divine one! but she kept to herself more often as the weeks progressed, and by the month mark things had not gotten better.
she had sought out remedies without bothering any of the fellahin.

it wasn't until nazli noticed a tenderness to her belly that she became concerned.

nazli found the sesh tending to a collection of hollyhock.
tavina, she called, shuffling in to the woman's space.

she did not want to draw attention—but.
quietly, the woman took a breath to steady her nerves—and something inside of her moved.
ough...!