Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

Through chapped lips and dead eyes, Akhtar watched the proceedings with a queasy smile and no small amount of dread.

Three parties. Each one chaotic, each one throwing a minefield across the celebration. His eyes flicked in constant paranoia, never able to be reassured. The priest was visibly off, though he offered the happy couple his most vibrant of smiles before he was back to scanning the crowds.

An ear cocked, listening to the billow of the storm. While the partygoers listened and cheered, Akhtar turned away, staring up, up, up. Where the wind howled.

By the gods name… could he not have one normal party? He kept his eyes distant, searching, visibly waiting for the shoe to drop.