Two Eyes Cenote Echis

The assurance in Tavina’s gaze makes her throat burn, almost the breath-stealing pain she’d endured after days of walking in the desert without enough to drink. She feels like an imposter in those eyes, and still she clings to her as if searching for an end that could be put to this paralysis.

She’d turned Talisman away because he was coyote. But could she promise not to do it again?

Never in her life had Eset been so sought after for her opinion, her presence, than in these last few weeks. It did not feel right that she should carry the weight of such choices and ask others to endorse them. But in Tavina’s arms she cannot bring herself to admit it, not when the sesh carries her own raw memories through days with suns that never set; while she had chosen to make the best of it through her nourishing.

If Eset did nothing, she was just the same as everyone who willingly turns a blind eye to suffering where there’s pleasure to be had.

“What do you want this place to be?” Her eyes lift in quiet ask.