Two Eyes Cenote the night does not belong to god

senmut had stayed for a number of days, as he had promised. nazli grew less and less afraid to be seen in his company, being doted on, or hearing the fellahin speak of their meals shared together; none knew what went on between them in the evenings, in their secret place.

the visitors to the temple had already dispersed back to akashingo; but when his time was up, nazli did not want him to go. she knew she would miss his presence; their nights had by now blended together and she would think of them together, often. the burning in her body had lessened but not abated.

at least she could send missives, she thought; she had kissed him in full view of others, and seen him go, and stared after senmut's diminishing figure as he made his way — even climbing up to their secret place during the daylight hours, overlooking the temple and the lands beyond, to try and catch his silhouette — but he was gone, then.

nazli moaned softly, feeling such grief for the distance — and that same yearning that senmut had ignited in her. she did not want that to end, either.