Two Eyes Cenote adamantium

She dips her head to Talisman, eyes sweeping his leave until he silhouettes on the sands away and she is left with silence. In the half-light her feet find the path that will eventually return her to the blue keep.

Over the walk she thinks of Akashingo. She understands much of the palace had been built on trade and wealth, but how much of it had been at the cost of their fellahin? If Eset could try again, if she could find a way to take what power Toula had entrusted with her, she might do her part to safeguard it. She imagines all of them- those who’d had so little say in the course of their own lives, bonded together in hope.

Muat-riya could be that.