Two Eyes Cenote [m]arrow & spit

The echo to every pawstep is drowned out by the falls but Eset registers another and looks silently upon Khusobek in his coat of scarlet beneath the lunar light.

“Will you stay?” Her soft ask wakes the quiet from where she lays, curled against the draping vines.

There is a life in Muat-riya. But it will not be easy. They are vulnerable here with no years of work, nor lean harvest. No name in this desert. Who among them would choose to remain when the pageantry and flourish of their divinity has returned to the North?