Two Eyes Cenote Ⲛⲉ

The priest had his back to the door when the hemet spoke, but he quickly turned to look at her when she did. Under his paw, a leafen plate where a disassembled scorpion sat. He hated the creatures, but it wouldn’t do to leave out gods in his search for what to do about Melody.

Akhtar offered the girl a little smile.

Of course, Nazli! Do come in, make yourself comfortable! He swept the plate of scorpion away, off to a side to be dealt with later by some poor fellahin, who would no doubt wonder after the priest’s mental health as they did.