Two Eyes Cenote Woma

The night air cedes to one long exhale leaving only the distant muffle of acacia leaves and glint of starlight in the sky. She looks up to the mazoi, damp with rivulets of water that still trace down his soldier’s legs, a deep and profound silence on his brow. She almost feels no right is given to her to bear witness to his changing of seasons- but she cannot bring herself to look away from the man and his pious introspection. 

When he speaks again it is with sincere gratitude for her, but it is Mesaba who chose the kingdom of the Gods. They are within him now, their light, their faith, written into his name. Eset watches the man's face speaking gently, shy of his praise.

“Do you like it?” She asks tentatively of the name, mouth curling.