Blackwater Islands over the waves peaceful at night

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Aztec holds her submission as the older woman circles her. She is not a stranger to showing submission. She might have been a daughter of the Coatl the only of her litter to bear the family markings she was never acknowledged as the next ruler. She is a young girl, eager and full of life and love of adventure. She wants to find herself as her father before her had. There has been no concept of the world outside of Coatl’s Rise so Aztec does not think shedding of preconceptions will be much of an issue. “What are your ways, Matriarch? If I may ask?” It only seemed fair to get, at the very least, some details about their ‘ways’ before she agreed. Aztec addresses Akantha by the title she was given. Naive as Aztec may be she is intelligent and knows better than to blindly agree to something without knowing anything about it. She is unsure if the Matriarch would be willing to divulge them but Aztec knows all she can do is ask. Hard work, Aztec can do. She was taught to always pull her weight. Women might have been superior to their gladiator counterparts in Coatl’s Rise but they had many more responsibilities than the males who were simply raised for breeding and entertainment. “I’m Aztec.” She offers her name with a low dip of her crown in return.

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