Two Eyes Cenote fifty-seventh

“I saw..”

Stars. So many stars.
Her eyes were drastically wandering, voice afloat, words coming to a neat little trail. Oh, oh, oh- and then! Oh— REWARD! Oh, she liked rewards. She loved rewards! A quick inhale from her nose, her words came rushing back to her mind again. An arm grazing his neck, her brows tense with the slightest curve, she squinted.
“Sen,” So serious! She was serious. So, so serious. Oh, how very serious! Near to a pout, if not one, or just a frown to the fact she was so sad that she didn’t have one-“I want som’thin’ pretty!”  
As if he could deliver, as if he would, she thought of nothing. Only pretty things. Something nice and shiny, or beautiful, or fancy, or both. Something she could see lavish in. Oh, Eset had something pretty! Where’d she get it?