Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

the crocodile had been posted atop the cenote for this, perched upon the rooftop as the rituals went on below him. he was not unhappy with this; his scaly nature made khusobek intractable and rude in such thick crowds. out beneath the eye of the stars and the glowing moon, he was alone with his own fantasies of godhood.

the truth that khusobek did not know was it was his blood-niece on the dais above her people and her subjects.

his eye was only for the wind, the churning storm, the stars that suddenly loomed powerful in the gloaming.