Two Eyes Cenote beryllium

There were many things unspoken between them, but none so consuming as the nameless wrap of grief. Such a master at hiding it, Eset had even fooled herself, carrying on in the ways she always had.  But Tavina’s isolation was unusual, an ever increasing concern in the hebsut’s mind, so much so she found it difficult to focus on much of anything else. The sesh is trailed that evening as she forages among the dusk-blooming ornamentals.

Eset approaches carefully, almost tentatively, as if reluctant to steal Tavina away from herself. With the utmost care, she places a limb of flowers at the sesh’s feet. The petals are a deep violet, and when she lifts her chin to look into her face, they are a perfect complement of Tavina’s eyes.

“Look what I’ve found,”  she whispers.