Two Eyes Cenote flesh & toil

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the crocodile would return that night to a feast; he gorged himself on finest drink and the quivering fat of duck cut from its bones, on sweets of wildflower and honey; he flung himself back on silken fur and wondered if pharaoh himself had lived so well.

he slept without calling for company of a spice-tasted sort.

the next day's patrol stood khusobek in the sun for a long while, enough to near be blinded by a glitter near his paw when Ra's eye turned upon it. smoothing golden sand, he discovered something warm to the touch, mid-sized, and incomprehensible enough to bring a smile for hard lips.

wrapped in a soft if plain portion of sheepskin, it would glow for eset's eye that evening, its sunset shade vibrant against the wool.

and by its plainness might she see that he had found and prepared it himself. not the discarded idle stone of a long-dead necklace, not the hungers of his body answering her own, perhaps not even something useful.

but it was there all the same, and as khusobek stood beside the queen's door that night, he hoped the strange stone with its inner blossom had held the heat of the sun until eset touched its surface.