Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

"do you think i do not, eset?" khusobek rounded, wounded despite his surprise and himself. but he straightened, giving a nod that was beyond his initial reaction. "i trust you implicitly."

muat-riya had no success without eset. and if the crocodile had forced her to consider that khusobek felt differently about her ascent, for that he meant to make amends.

against the cool floor did his paws flex slowly, the strength of them hard and wanting to be softened by the sheen of her papyrus-leaf shoulders, the lotus-fall of her commanding voice.

his heart was the only part of khusobek that did not belong to eset, he marvelled with a sudden realization of his perfect placement in this house of lords.

"i shall keep your watches and guard your trades. but it may be best if you send another to the medeiros wolves. i was — firm."