Two Eyes Cenote i am woman,

“The white one,” she agrees and crosses the room to take the delicate fleece into her paws.

Marriage. Children. It was what girls spent their lives dreaming of, and pursued now at her age. Eset did not think she knew how to be a good wife, much less a mother to their children.

“Is it a common practice, for fellahin to marry in Akashingo?” She asks, endeavoring to meet Toula’s casual air as she drapes the velvet over her withers. Her holy one radiates light, as a seraphim. A tranquil smile touches the hebsut’s lips.

“Are you in love, Pharaoh?”