Two Eyes Cenote lead

Easy to love. Eset would never be that.

When Tavina’s glance pulls her way, the coy’s eyes instead seek the strands of fretted flora, “she sounds beautiful.” She steps away, out from the fragrance of lavender, returning to the stacks of palm.

It pained her inexplicably to hear the sesh’s grief. She wanted Tavina’s happiness. She wanted to hear her laugh, and there was a shattering thought that it may never come again.

“Is it so wrong to be angry when you've reason to be?” Eset's gaze did meet her’s then, a sheer glimmer over the pyretic amber. Perhaps her eyes were only glass to reveal all the spinning wheels of wrath she herself harbored, and vowed to let loose one day. And maybe in her own secret depths she reserved resentment in her heart, too, for Nala.