Two Eyes Cenote Subwoofer Lullaby

She listens, focusing on those red fireweed eyes that sat before a worried countenance. She was not so quick to dismiss the woman’s story as hearsay- not when the spirit of a God could possess a mortal being and alter their state of consciousness. It could be drivel. It could be truth.

She thought of Machiavelli, worsening by day in the bowels of the palace.

“What has… Hasdrubal done to you?” Eset's tongue beats about the foreign pronunciations. “Why is he a threat to the people of Muat-riya?”