Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

Eset watches his stiff mannerisms but also the way the coolness of his eyes soften- if only for the briefest of moments.

“Perhaps the palace has something more to your taste: berrywine? Pomegranate? Rosewater?” They are effusive offerings. She anticipates his refusal.

“Perhaps not a drink at all,” her gaze pass from his and into the crowds of attractive faces.