Two Eyes Cenote In Heavy Mist, In Glitter Dust

An annoyed click fell from Machi's lips as he turned to glare at the treacherous stomper, gaze sharp and unforgiving. I think you're correct, Rooke, he replied, rolling his eyes as he regained focus on the task at hand.

After much drying, primping, and plucking of rogue hairs, the man stepped back to survey his work with an appreciative nod. You look wonderful, darling, he cooed, taking the boy's small face between his paws to examine it proudly.

Oh! I know just the thing to polish you off, the fellahin exclaimed, whisking off into one of the nearby storerooms for a small container of glittering powder. What do you think? Traditional blue? Or perhaps purple would suit your coat more? he asked, squinting thoughtfully at the farm boy.