Two Eyes Cenote the night does not belong to god

her love of the stars and of nwt had overwhelmed the moment. she had spoken too long on the constellations and bored him! it did not matter, she reasoned. he was a stranger. she should have called for a guard and sent him away, not tried to teach him; but she was glad for company in this moment, because that was what her body demanded of her.
nazli felt a little silly, overthinking all of this. he had asked! she had answered. and he had caught upon the word of consort with an offer that made her gasp inward, softly.
her cheeks warmed; so too did her belly.
i... have someone, she admitted.
her eyes returned to the direction of akashingo, pining for senmut, knowing he was not here now and feeling -- she wasn't sure. that desire, stronger now. the call of nwt, she thought. yes. yes it was only her goddess, watching.
nazli did not know what to do. she looked to the man and saw his dark eyes, his dark shape, and the way the starlight caught upon the nape of his neck. why did she stare? why didn't she run?
but he is not here now. and nwt called to her now for supplication.