Two Eyes Cenote the fields of elation

Feeling the presence of her father and the warmth of her mother, Aiesha shifted. A yawn escaped her mouth and a soft mewl was muffled against the belly she laid against. Hunger brought her up from her sleep and not seeing the teats made it hard to feed.

She couldn’t open up her eyes yet, but that time was, however, going to arrive very soon, supposedly bringing ease. For now though, rolling like a noodle, she searched for Nazli’s breast and, with the support of her voice, asked for some help.