Two Eyes Cenote flesh & toil

The dark brows of her face slip before pulling back up into a look of quiet impasse. “They will be filled.”

Her tail ticks once with a muted flourish. It is difficult not to look at him, even when she fears seeing the proof of her lapse.

“There is much work to be done here,” a vague answer is given in response. She had a good deal of impressions and she paired them equal parts caution. “Why do you ask, my Lord?” He had not summoned her here for small talk.

But a question of her own, one that has weighed heavy and circles back to their initial agreement, “Is the Epra-ha prepared to ascend?”

Her eyes cast forward.