Two Eyes Cenote he will never sleep

Gratefully, Stark makes no further inquest. She wears the circumstances of her birth and desires no further reminder of those consequences if she can help it. Her tail gives a gentle wave as the mazoi joins her in the blue shade of the foothills, ears cupped to focus on the request that molds him suddenly into a bundle of nerves.

“Such an act will mean being reborn into the service of our Gods. Are you certain this is what you desire, Stark?” Eset questions, yet eyes the implacable strength in his face with stunned admiration.

It is commonplace for their people to rename themselves for a particular diety, or with care to reflect their achievements. But all names carry deeply personal and familial connections- Stark would be voluntarily abdicating one part of himself to be remade in Amun’s light.