Two Eyes Cenote Gentle words, harsh faces

“Muat-riya will listen for your call.” She did not know of the glen; she did not know of lands beyond the day’s journey between her kingdom’s palaces, but the mazoi would.

The hebsut lifts now onto her feet, tail a genial sway around her ankles.

“I know you mean to return to your hunt, Lord Rodyn, but please allow us the honor of your attendance at tonight’s supper. The fellahin are preparing serpent turtle- a desert rarity,” she adds with a grin.