Two Eyes Cenote The greatest tide washed up my prize.

She's no threat.
She's throned herself high.

Though, never as high as Rashepses will soar. There's amusement here. Mesen-ka seeks, and after time of seeing her rounds, he climbs, beside her with iron bones. Cemented to her side with high, rounded ears and a lingering stare. A derisive smile sitting softly on his mouth.

Prided voice, molten gold.

"Tell me of your shifts."