Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

She flinches- startled as much by her friend's words as her own quick motion. Her heart pounds defensively. A laugh broils in her throat but the almond-shaped eyes are devoid of humor.

“And so? The world is cruel! We must live in it.” Through the mess of possessions she whirls on the mazoi, feet splayed and copper-ridged spine leaping in justification of her work here!

Before her, the woman is unguarded. It is unquestionably strange to see her like this, and for the first time, Eset realizes the manic expression she sees every day is not the natural one. She stares into her steel eyes, trying to understand this other Legend, to puzzle out how she inhabits two selves.

But in the space between two breaths, the hebsut remembers herself again. A flicker of horror is followed by an apologetic veil of calm. The edge of her tail hovers nervously about her ankles.

“Forgive me,” she whispers, turning her eyes away.