Two Eyes Cenote ice on the pine [wp]

His face was itchy.

Irritation and drink made him a veritable storm, hunting for the valuable piece he had let slip from his neck. All the while, he cursed himself.

Miserable old fool, look what you’ve done. All because you couldn’t stop yourself from weeping over a damn song.

He couldn’t help it. He’d heard it across the room while chewing morosely on a morsel of meat, on edge enough that his jaw ached from the tightness. It immediately catapulted him back to a time long before. A party, much the same as this one, and a voice in his ear.

A little too dreary for a party, don’t they know? He’d laughed helplessly at the comment, until their mentor whirled on them. They’d been very quiet after that.

Gods, he missed him.

A flash of amber caught his eye. The priest swept through the party with a bannered tail.

Hello. His delicate paw pointed to the neckpiece.

I believe you may have found something of mine.