Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

the hellhound has been away from kvarsheim for some time; has missed much. perhaps, he considers, even when he returns he may not be welcome back. isn't so sure that will sadden him, if it's true.

his focus, now, is on toula. on her crowning from princess to pharaoh.

the hellhound watches among the others; rapt.

and relieved. and proud.

and watchful.

there was tension here; threadlings of it. he can't see them, of course, but he can feel them. snapping and slithering along the waves of the joyous coronation and wedding.

court intrigue, ingram considers, was a maze to navigate.

for now, he ignores the rich buffet set out for guests; content to hang back and observe.