Two Eyes Cenote they occupy my heart and so-called mind

comfort never lasts long.
it isn't. racharra quickly shuts down the thought, fixing her gaze firmly on eset. anger simmers at the tip of her tongue, and unlike the hebsut the girl does not attempt hiding it. 
not anymore. i decided the lake was not mine and that i am no longer bint-zharille from that day forth. and she keeps it at that — eset is smart enough to piece together what she means. counting the jasmine keeps the nebet from admitting otherwise. 

...but i've yet to announce that... the girl shifts, less relaxed but less tense than prior. soon she loosens herself with the flick of a wrist and a scoff. enough of that, this day is too nice to turn sour.