Two Eyes Cenote Gentle words, harsh faces

Lady Eset. How pertinent, how proud. She does not amend the courtesy, taking pleasure in the important sound of it, as there was no one else in the room to witness.

Lord Rodyn presents his bounty of shells and meats and trinkets she knew would draw the curiosities of the children. Something for every member of their palace, and more to lay at the altars of their Gods. She eyes the lot, admiring most the fine craftsmanship of the pouches he fashioned. She wonders at Moontide, that they could produce so many intriguing wares. It was no surprise Akashingo had allied with the moon tribes.

“It certainly exceeds them,” her smile warms for Rodyn. “Muat-riya has been growing, we are still finding our feet as a sept of Akashingo, but we have been able to accomplish a great deal in our first half-year.” The palace and its fine state she hoped would speak for itself in that regard. “As hebsut I have stayed busy and would not have it any other way,” she told him as they rounded a wall festooning with vibrant geodes.

“May I ask what is your perspective of the south, my Lord, now that you’ve spent some time hunting here?”