Two Eyes Cenote bodysnatchers

When he slept, his world was filled with fire, his body a spear of purple gold. Perhaps, some remnants of the sun god still remained behind closed eyes, but each dream would crumble to dust when he awoke.

In between dozing, suckling and being rudely awoken by someone's flailing limb, the boy tested the limits of his new body. His legs were weak and stubby and couldn't yet hold the weight of his rotund figure, his eyes and ears were still blind to the waking world. But his nose - it whispered every secret to him. 

The scent of milk was home. Mother. Two sweet smelling lumps. Sisters. Earthy tang. Brother. And a perfume that came and went with the breeze. The brunt of his curiosity was thrust onto this more unfamiliar smell - once he was within range his toothless gums began to explore whatever parts of his father he could reach.