Two Eyes Cenote Shieldtail

Eset had awoken from a dream. It was a vision stronger and more vivid than any in memory. She dreamt of a child.

In the small hours of the morning she curls upon herself, stretching so her arms are wrapped fully about the haunches and her lips press into her belly. She kisses the warm dark skin there hopefully and blinks back teary disbelief. 

“Hey, you. I love you- whoever you are,” she murmurs into strands of velvet fur. Her mouth splits into a full-toothed grin. She had been given a precious memory that would last all her days.

No more beautiful thing had happened to Eset in all her life.