Two Eyes Cenote I do not care to serve you with good tidings on my tongue

Safiya shifted from her parents. The early morning hours pleasant to the girl who loved nothing more than to explore and watch the Mazoi learn to defend their home. She moved to watch the guard change. Sea green eyes peering out of a room of darkness. As she watched as they shifted and some went to bed for the day and others were just waking up.

She scampered out into the open air. And watched with certainty that she wanted to do that someday. She didn't know how or when. But she wanted to do that someday. She didn't care that her size was way small or that she would be challenged because of it. No all she wanted was to serve in this way.