Serpent Lake dulce

Belen Torres, he repeated to her with a nod, his accent thick. It was not a name he’d heard before but there had been many of those in his travels. It suited her well enough. The redstone guard nodded his head and turned to point them to the mesa. His chest was tight as he began making a path for them to travel on. 

There are others. We are called the Mazoi. You will meet them too if you like. She could meet them all, he didn’t care. If Belen would take the place of Tamar, Arsenio could take her away and he would never need to think of Akashingo again.