Two Eyes Cenote is that it? are you not allowed to talk?

The stars. In the brevity of a breath, she remembers Melody.

“Perhaps joining the priesthood would interest you. Our own hemet, Nazli, is a student of the goddess of cosmos, Nwt.” Her eyes trail from the composure of Stark’s face out toward the rippling piscinas. The corridors are peacefully quiet and light from sconced starlight shimmers against the blue walls.

“We are in need of soldiers and hunters," Eset admits next. "Muat-riya grows, we've had four hungry pups born to our halls this year-  and I expect there will be more to come.”