Two Eyes Cenote Hunger of the Pine

Wariness knots in her chest, but she says nothing. The self-assurance that governed her was not so strong in the months of her promotion. She glances at Legend and in the quiet seriousness of her face requests her allegiance- no matter how alluring she found the courtly stranger.

“Very well,” she makes the concession. “Legend, would you please show Machiavelli the palace while I prepare his room? Your training will begin this evening.”

She pauses only to see the mazoi’s acceptance and to permit herself a final look before turning to fade down the hall of rooms.