Two Eyes Cenote Eiderdown

At every turn, Tavina was a woman who clinched quiet strength. But the fellahin perceived, maybe because she knew what to look for, or because gradually so great a loss seeps into corners of life it might have never before touched until grief became a philosophy.

“She does,” another agreement, looking with admiration into the amethyst eyes that had guided her, and so often. Seeing the loneliness there.

“Now that our second palace is nearly furnished, it would please me to assist you again,” The doctor was busy. The paws of Sesh had dwindled to one. Nazli was in the North. Legend lay ailing.

Her eyes are drawn to a flickering of sage and the silver silhouette cresting the bluff. 

“Are you having any luck on your end, Inji?” She greets with an inviting sweep of tail.

Her previous frustrations are comparatively small. She gives a second glance to the odd patchy plant. Maybe there was potential.