Two Eyes Cenote Woma

She may have felt guilty for wrenching him from his contemplations had his face not welcomed her with such warmth. The glow of starlight brushes the forest in his eyes, and Eset is convinced the name had always been his.

“I think… it suits you,” she grins in full now, tail swaying in a sort of controlled pleasure. The hour is late but she invites Mesaba to sit, reluctant to return to her underground lodgings on such a pristine night. Besides, she had too much fever for sleep, and hoped he felt the same.

“You know, I’ve had …doubts, about how this year is going,” she speaks bluntly, “but one thing I am sure of is you. Muat-riya would not thrive as it does without your devotion. Tell me what it is you want, Mesaba. I wish to see you happy here.”