Two Eyes Cenote Echis

This was her friend; her confidant, someone who she cared deeply for- but who bought into the same requisites of the divine throne which ruled them all; whose shared duty it was with the hebsut to uphold; who’d stood in witness to Eset’s treason. Across from her the coywolf braces with the defense on the tip of her tongue, as if she carries a shield in hand, waiting for the question-

Somehow the words that come are not accusive. The look she gives does not seek to bury. Tavina had seen; seen and understood.

The moment sends too many things in her mind to a reel, she holds Tavina in silent disbelief as her cheeks flood with burning relief- yet cold shame cannot be exiled. She shuts her eyes, turning her face sharply away so the Sesh cannot not read her anguish.

“Tavina, I am loyal to Toula. I am. I am,” she whispers hoarsely into the black air, body taut with guilty attendance.

“If something happens to him- if someone-"

"the fault is mine.“