Two Eyes Cenote I do not care to serve you with good tidings on my tongue

they came hurrying out the desert - well, it was the nobleman who hurried, little legs all a'blur, while his servant moved at a long-legged stroll, palm leaf over his master's well-furred self.

she ain't ever done that before, y'know, prattled on the neb, pink tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, repeating for some hundredth time the same stock response to a question what ain't even been asked.

it's- it's all jest hormones, 's all part'a growin' up! she'd never- ah mean, she's done it but if circumstances was different-

he droned on and on, shortening his own breath, so that what in his mind was great haste towards muat-riya slowed down to a leisurely approach, a small shape and a smaller one still, distorted by hot air at their distance.