Two Eyes Cenote [ap] Honey, we should run away, someday.

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that night as nazli entered her bed chambers far from the celebration she could still feel the pounding of voices in her head, or thought she did, and as she began to ready herself for sleep she realized it was not the party she could hear - but her heart thundering.

she was shaking as she tidied her space; almost dropping her amulet as she slipped it from her neck, to place it carefully on a stone ledge by the head of her bedfurs.

with a breath she tried to steady herself. the moonlight pooled in from the gap in the widest wall, turning her various plants and decorum a pale silver.

she sits at the edge of her bed, heartbroken.