Sawtooth Spire Here are the holy birds

a mirror required all of her. only time would show if she would. now, she looked to him with a misty stare. had he meant to strike a nerve? xtabay didn't know, but she inhaled a sharp breath that she would hope went unnoticed. what if she'd rather live in ignorance? embarassment was hot under her skin as she felt at a loss for words.

❝and do you truly think this is better?❞ she asked with furrowed brows; this expression was not due to anger, but true concern.

bloodshed for her ajaw was what she knew. la xtabay was content with that, so she thought. did she want to see things for how they were- how seth had seen them? sutekh saw, and what he painted was true.