Two Eyes Cenote Something in the orange tells me we're not done.

The imp demon, gone often from shifts circling by each sunrise. This time, her ears were dragged down by the voice of one she did not recognize.

She came in like a serpent and put herself between border and the stranger of winter. Never touched the sight of snow. She was sure this was close. Her ears, they pinned above her head and her eyes were wandering now through his soul. A smile on her little lips. Attentive thing.

"Hello! This is Muat-Riya. State your purpose to us."