Two Eyes Cenote [ap] dancin’ in the desert, blowin’ up the sunshine

“I’m Eset.”

She is dismayed by the leap in her chest.  Frolic is just a little girl with the sincere idea that her mother is permanent. She does not know how it feels to have only memories, numbered, and how in every recall they will dissolve before fading entirely, as earthsmoke.

“Frolic, your mother would miss you too much if you left her,” after a moment’s hesitation, she answers. She sighs then, lifting to her feet.

“I’m certain she’d be worried now if she knew you were… drunk,” the corners of her mouth tug.

“Come,” the fellahin encourages the girl, placing a gentle paw upon her back, “follow me.”