Two Eyes Cenote iii. ḫp ỉb

there was indeed great beauty and uniqueness here. he took it all in with a keen eye and hidden adoration. his home had been a sight too—but this place might have been better. it made him almost prideful, now, to know that this was the sort of place he resided instead. 

I come from khetuyut, a palace within the southern oasis. it is beautiful there, with many pools and ponds of deep blue.

where her hand goes, his larger one follows, absently touching her own. he has the decency to move return it quickly, eyes adverting. 

or maybe it is only a show. 

apologies... clearing his throat, he glances out over the water. it is an impeccable space. I could see myself spending an enjoyable time here, ensuring a leisurely pace in how I am bathed. 

and as his eyes look upon her again, he cannot stop the images of her there with him in the water, steady hands preening his golden fur until it glowed bright like the sun.