Two Eyes Cenote moonrising

She rises now with restive anticipation, a puffed breath that settles her mouth into a resolute firmness. Tuna’s touch is reassuring. She feels a shiver across her skin in Pharaoh’s immanence.

For long she had looked to Senmut to deliver them- she knew now it was Toula. As it had always been.

She nods in unison with Tuna, setting their consensus. “We will be listening, holy one.”

“And we will make sure you glow that day- brighter than the dawn, stronger than the foundations of the desert. There will be none who look upon you without feeling the reach of your divinity,” a pause,

“My Pharaoh.”