Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

“They are only pretty things, Legend. Pleasing to the eyes. For a time.”

The hebsut's chamber in the blue palace had always been meticulously arranged. She’d have been cross once to see her things thrown astray. But she perches among the clutter with hardly more than a passing glance to the chaos. Her withdrawn attention holds over Legend’s pelt of soot that had finally come to a standstill.

“Did you enjoy the party?”