Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

Everything was at a standstill while Reyes waited for someone to answer him. The crowd had stopped to gape; more mazoi appeared and none of the coyotes could be seen now, having vacated with their offerings of berries and meats.

It was the groom who spoke to break the silence. What he said brought confusion to Reyes, briefly, and a laugh; not as jovial now compared to a moment ago.

Aye, that ain't funny, oblivious to the serious nature of his insult, his very presence, or the tense feeling throughout the room.

He began to look around at the other guests to gauge reactions - most were mortified. The wall of mazoi looked impervious.