Two Eyes Cenote beryllium

She watches Tavina cross the room until together they stand at the prow, looking out over what might one day be banks of eager faces. There is relief in the clasp of their hands, in the way the seshs’ eyes infuse slowly with something more than pain. But the coywoman hesitates-

Eset was not educated as Tavina was. She knew only such drudgery; scrubbing walls of stones, erecting shrines, grubbing herbs from the dirt and the tedium of service. She understood the fine fettle that her mind lacked; that she would have been someone else entirely had she been born in another time, in another place.

“I may have to be your first student,” the hebsut confesses. Though she’d been an apprentice of the sesh since her arrival the year prior, it would not be so different. She quiets, considering, face steady in the dark. Finally, her eyes again find the deep lavender touch of Tavina’s gaze.

“Two teachers,” she agrees, mouth dimpling into a grin in spite of her doubts. She squeezes Tavina's hand in her own.