Two Eyes Cenote Secrets

There is a great danger for one woman’s voice that tolls in the attendance of bone-tired men, who themselves grow weary of masculine company; who are spent from the desert road, but eager to hold and be held, and a sweet voice in the air reminds them of just how persistent a need it is. The voyagers accumulated behind their prince in a pile of restless shadows, each vying for a look at the girl.

“Enough,” the prince is quick to ward off smoldering tongues with a snarl of his own that commanded she is not to be touched. He shot a glare at @Siatum. It is an unspoken order that any man found touching this girl would be gelded.

“We journey on behalf of Queen Toula of Akashingo. I am prince Rashpeses,” his introduction is made with a graceful forward step. She is indeed beautiful with a coat of bronze and emerald eyes of well-bred nobility.

“Are you from the pack?” He asked, maintaining a distance. She appeared to be alone and he would not frighten her off. He gestures to a servant, “My men will bring you something to eat if you are hungry.”