Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

Evenings give to her morbid thoughts. Her eyes wander absently over Legend on her bedfurs, rifling past Keiko’s kanzashi that a few days prior had been priceless to her.

Legend holds Senmut’s red hawk feather in the air for examination. She reads her suspicion.

“I am not sleeping with him, Legend.” But she would not criticize her for assuming-

Eset was a whore, after all.

She lifts Khusobek’s captive flower, the one she’d found impossibly beautiful, and stares at the reflection within it. Her face appears too symmetrical. She has a desire to halve herself.

“The feather is an offering for Hathor’s shrine. Once it is erected,” she places the amber back onto the stone shelf near her bed and turns to the mazoi.

“You may have it, if you wish. Take it all.” What use could the servant have for such fine things, anyway? She had been given so many reasons to look down on herself that she couldn’t be bothered considering any more.