Two Eyes Cenote In Heavy Mist, In Glitter Dust

A dark January night, directly after this thread

As Machi guided @Rooke towards the pools, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled through his mind, each one vying for attention amidst the uncertainty of their situation, unsure and uncaring as to whether the little devil woman, @Legend, was still tailing them, or if she had clung instead to the Pharoh's side.

Amidst the chaos of his thoughts, Machi grappled with the daunting task ahead. There were preparations to be made, makeshift dishes to be conjured from whatever scraps were available in the dead of night, and the pressing need to ensure Rooke presented himself with grace and decorum.

There seemed to be as much room for catastrophe as opportunity—if not more. Toula, would likely be forgiving, so long as Rooke did not make a fool of himself; the dark man she called her husband, however, was sure to prove more difficult to please.

Rooke, Machi began as they entered the chamber, his voice heavy with warning, It is imperative that you maintain proper decorum in the presence of the Royals. Remember, they wield immense power, and any misstep could have dire consequences for both of us. Do you understand?