Two Eyes Cenote nymph, then a virgin

She won’t outrun the break in Zaahira’s face. Won’t stop knowing she put it there- Eset’s mutilation- of Jodai. Disconnected from any sensation that is not shame.

She should go back- will it remit pain?

A fool would consign herself to the idea that clean floors and painted walls counted in the house of Gods. Even Hathor does not deign her existence in this desert, where the wolf has all to posses for themselves. But the wolf does not know- there is nothing anyone could get from her worth taking.

Would Zaahira bear to look at her again?

Come morning, she will track back the way she came; for Toula. She had to make it through the coronation and the wedding. She must.