Two Eyes Cenote sixty-seventh

the letters began as soon as senmut felt that enough time had passed.

to @Nazli, my dear sister in the gods.

to be a we'eb is to know nothing. you are a vessel for knowledge and the gods will fill your head with that which They wish you to know.

the night sky over akashingo is far colder than the stars of muat-riya. i wonder if the touch of snow affects one's worship.

i have established trade with the packs of the coast. with this scribe i send a piece of moonstone, a promise for what is to come.

walk in the glow of Nwt.

senmut was a prince and thus had no idea of the moment shared between nazli and khusobek. the crocodilisk delivered the letter in a baritone only slightly teasing, and pressed a small leaf-wrapped package upon the young priestess before he turned away.

the stone inside was small, raw, but held the dazzling of a thousand stars.