Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

already eset was distracted, and cut past his inquiry with a statement which brought pause. "what problem?" the unexpected nature of his bow before her, something he had done mindlessly; now he considered it.

the hebsut had been gone, he knew; the cold eyes of the crocodile moved over the sheen of her shoulder and then away.

he stood, fit to be commanded. to be tied, for his blood had not forgotten eset's artful domination of him.

perhaps that was why he had bowed.