Two Eyes Cenote sixty-fifth

“You keep me only from drunken company. And since that is the case- I prefer your’s.” She means it in jest, but no smile comes to her lips. This feels somehow appalling to her, sitting across the man who would have been her Pharaoh, acting as if she were his equal.

So in ways, she understood him perfectly.

How fickle and superficial her attempts at grandeur- but Senmut, he was a high priest of the Gods. Why should he be condemned to float over life like a spirit?

She stares at the berries. For a moment, and only because the Erpa-ha had deemed it suitable, she lifts a second and looks into its crimson gloss.

“What scares you, Erpa-ha?” She has the nerve to ask him.