Two Eyes Cenote start carvin', darlin'.

Set after the festivities. Time is a construct.

things began to settle once the last of the guests departed. there was more to be done post-coronation; cleaning, mostly, and probably some diplomacy.

nazli was solely focused on fixing up the temple. she could be found there most days, singing prayers to the sun in the early morning or building altars in key points to different gods of the pantheon.

today she had been brought bark from a sycamore tree; it had been gifted to muat-riya by one of the guests. nazli was carefully arranging these pieces to pay homage to nut, her own goddess.

the wall had been marked with a design, and soon would be painted. the bare red rock had been clawed at carefully so stars could be formed, and a dome-like sigil drawn to represent the expanding sky; below, the mark for toula, with the left eye of ra on one side and the right eye of horus the other, for muat-riya.

nazli added more stars each day, as she spent her nights here also; studying, recording constellations.