Two Eyes Cenote [ap] A wallflower, mind the thorns

His face distorts with a laugh, awakening a great offense in the coywolf who always armed herself in careful neutrality.

Perhaps he means to disparage this place that rises from the desert, a land that’s brown and flat and does not call for attention like a lush woodland nor a range of mountains capped in snow; whose terrains required patience to navigate and whose secrets had to be persuaded from the sands like something fine and sacred.

Perhaps he is here as a witness without knowing the full virtues of the woman he celebrates; a Pharaoh who would end enthrallment, who makes it her purpose to safeguard her people and sever the trammels of history; who asked what she could give where others with her power had sought only to take.

Perhaps he did not understand the significance of his feet as they placed upon the ground of Muat-riya, where on this day a Goddess had ascended.

Perhaps he views this commemoration as a shallow affair.

“Neither have I,” in that much they are agreed, and the fellahin was intent that there would be no other place like it.

“I gather you have traveled quite far to frown at our dancers.”