Two Eyes Cenote nymph, then a virgin

if eset were to leave, zaahira would not chase. she owed her that. she had gotten what she wanted.
and now her blood sang with a burning regret. not for having done it, not for having known the way it felt to hold her and to taste her, but for this. for the fear that scorched the maidservant's face; for the empty thud of the pelt hitting the ground, for the way she now carried herself.
the one person she had never wished to inflict fear upon.

i am sorry.

she is not sure if she is heard.