Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

For a small moment, things were okay. That was the context of okay, wasn't it? The fun was upon her skin, and cenote water was spinning in her ear. With a voice to her ear with affirmation and molded sounds that made her feel special. And so very warm again. With a static amongst her mind that made her want to fall back into sleep. Head fuzzy. Fuzzy head. Fuzzy head. Fuzzy head. Pretty mind. Pretty mind.

A nose was buried into her fur and awful noises were made that made her squeaky laughter finally make an appearance.

For big, owlish eyes, few would know the way she awoke in the mornings. How they squinted, and how they downturned. How they imperfected and were so very tired, and how quickly her mouth dropped when sleep danced her back into its arms. She stared at Machi with a wobbly mouth that could hardly force itself to grin, and yet it did, because she wanted to. It felt good. 

"Up." Up she would go. Lifting with tired feet, and a big yawn. 

It took much of her to not fall back over and rest. Another yawn. "She has informed her Erpa-ha of the intrusion." Leaned forward, her nose touched to his very slowly, and her eyes closed again. Fuzzy head. "Precaution is in effect. Khusobek with..children. And wife. I come to check upon the palace before return to Akashingo, where I must be there far more often to serve the Pharaoh and consort, and Erpa-ha. Do not know who the intruder was. Perhaps we are taunted," and though unneeded, she felt the need to say his name, "Machi."