Two Eyes Cenote he will never eat

Pretty sea eyes fell upon the early morning light. The Air was heavier than even she had realized it could be, until she stepped out into the light. She left her family behind and began to track the numerous Mazoi as they went about their ways. She didn't want to serve as her sister and mother did. The way they had to simper and beg. That was not something she found delight in. And oh there was power there if used correctly, even as a youngling she could see this. But it was not the type of power she so wished for herself.

She was thrown from her endless musings and wanderings to the large body of another Mazoi. She watched him quietly not saying anything. Not even sure if he saw her. She simply wanted to watch and learn and listen as she always did.