Two Eyes Cenote and who am I to bridle, if I’m forced to be an idol?

You could do with a shower, for sure, Fable commented idly, but his eyes and his focus were both trained ahead. They'd found a place. Out here in the middle of goddamn nowhere. He was so not here for it.

But Sonnet was, and whatever Sonnet said went. Fable trailed after his sibling, rolling his eyes for a moment before he tilted his head back to call out to whoever lived here, lest they be seen loitering at the borders and chased off under the assumption that they meant to cause trouble. Of course, Sonnet didn't think of that. But Fable did.