Two Eyes Cenote spur & point

Zaahira watches with eyes hard as stone. For a moment, she is impressed, even entranced; and then, she questions why she has ever found herself laying with a creature of his... species.
She supposed this conversation was one reason of many he was bound to stay as mazoi. A meathead indeed.
Her lips straighten to a thin, taut line. Rashepses does not like me. Nor I him. he disgusts me. I do not trust him with our Queen, nor with us, Khusobek. If I must choose any man to take the throne, my favor is with the priest, her pace comes to an abrupt halt as she noses a scent before she continues onward; benign. you know I am a spiritualist myself, yes?