Two Eyes Cenote fifty-seventh

“-Nn.” Her voice was cut.

”Striking place?” Her voice fell to a quiet whisper. Searching with her eyes, somewhere she didn’t know, her brain rattled and crumbled. Highs and lows, she had traveled through many places. All were filled with miles of endless desert and sand, beyond their horizons and far over. “I’ve seen- golden sands,” her eyes grew big, “for miles!” But Senmut didn’t ask that. Prince, high-priest, Erpa-ha, he asked for the most striking.

But Legend had not seen more than sand. She referred to it all as golden and beautiful.
None had been different than the other.
Nothing that she thought of more.
She had never considered the most striking.

Legend didn’t know. Such a place did not exist for her. How could she, when she had not seen enough.

There was one place, that Avery-Totoro once showed her. “A wolf to the west, they once showed me the most beautiful act of Hapi. Where water came rushing down from a big hill! I’d never seen so much- water,” she remembered so greatly, vividly of this day. Water in plenty, crashing down to a new body of water from so high above.