Two Eyes Cenote nymph, then a virgin

No words were spoken, nor did Eset look away from the mazoi, but merely froze where she was, huddle on the ground with a deafening strike of heart.

Slowly her eyes found the vines by her leg. They looked so trivial. They were just flowers. Just decoration.  She didn’t know when she’d leeched herself to the idea that they could mean more.

The fellahin does as ordered, first untwining herself then drawing forward. She looks into Zaahira’s tears before covering her mouth with her own. The solider would feel no resistance as she opened herself to her.

Indivisible from that which she was.