Two Eyes Cenote [m]arrow & spit

laughs maniacally

will you stay?
she had only overheard it as she made her nightly sweep of the falls. she had gone to collect water, perhaps to combine with soil or flower petals for paint, and though the rushing cascade nearly drowned it out, she thought she heard a voice.
leaf-pouch in maw, she is a flash of skin and bone as she peers through the tendrils of vine. her eyes strike once, twice, unsteady —
eset. khusobek.
jealousy thunders ravenously within her, and she did not know what to do with it. oh! she says it loud enough to be heard, perhaps almost too loud.