Two Eyes Cenote necromantic dancing

Bast begins to leave, and Akhtar’s voice strangles in his throat.

What leaves him is a reedy little sound, the croak of a frog, but he scrambles to shaking legs to follow. He feels the press of grasses, phantoms of things that do not exist.

Some night creature howls in the distance, and Akhtar’s teeth itch to hear it. He speeds his step to walk beside Bastet, the priest walking in tandem with the god.

The reeds press close. He mumbles in an offhand aside, paranoid eyes darting to and fro.