Two Eyes Cenote Toy soldiers

it was cute. at first.
the baby boy had taken quite a shining to his father's path, something inji thought khusobek would be very pleased to hear about. secretly, she allowed him enough time to observe the mazoi before she "caught" him, melodramatically dragging him home by the scruff and pretending it did not make her heart swell with joy that he sought to rise above his station.
every little boy thinks his dad is their hero, right? it was sweet...! until he started terrorizing their home.
while inji had never been a soldier, she began to feel like one as kiyya's high-pitched yapping woke her up before dawn. he was so serious about it, so passionate; this would be great if it wasn't for the fact that she, and likely also his siblings, were less than enthused about it.
kiyya, she grumbles one morning as he "practices", eyes still half-lidded and fur still ruffled from sleep. she cannot help but smile down at him. you're gonna do great things one day, baby, but i think it's time to use your inside voice.