Two Eyes Cenote Eiderdown

tosses her in here >:)

This place felt like a dream, the cenote.
The pass was the most at home she'd felt since her departure from Minya. Dryrock, bland basins pale by day and dancing with starlight come moon-high. She misses it, somewhat.
Her job, decidedly, was to gather materials to build up the halls; to make this as grand a place as their home. A crude collection of terracotta to turn to paint, plants plucked to decorate interiors, berries to store for the Queen's coronation. Pharaohship was to come to her, so she'd heard in whispers.
What did that mean for Rashepses? And of Khusobek, whose eggs rested in his basket? What did that mean for her?
The rustle and bend of a rather strange plant catches her attention, earning a small investigative squint of her eyes as her pad comes to a soft stop. Only then did she register the voices, and then the faces. Oh!