Two Eyes Cenote fifty-ninth

The disappointment is misplaced. She knows it is unfair. She feels it anyway, standing in his elegant presence.

Had he ever wanted it? She’d been a fool to believe the words of a mere fellahin might ennoble the mind. Perhaps it is here in this present station between divinity and nobility he found himself most fulfilled. Perhaps it is that his heart pulls him elsewhere-

“At once, Erpa-Ha,” she nods. “There are a bank of chambers I’ve reserved near the royal halls. I’ll see it is fitted with the suitable comforts.”

She fell to quiet again before giving a second acknowledgment, “Yes. The mazoi will be sent out a week before the ceremony. The tribute must be kept fresh,” she explains. She had tasted the bounty from the initial excursion and found it buttery, lightly sweet yet equally acidic. It was an acquired taste but she believed Toula would enjoy the novelty so long as the chefs of Akashingo knew how to properly prepare such a dish.