Two Eyes Cenote ninety-fourth

I smell blood, Medusa said in a sing-songy voice—but there was nothing else to deduce any pleasure in what words she spoke. Perhaps the only thing she was truly glad of was that the thrill of Akashingo existed in Muat-Riya, too. She had missed that. 

But really, she had smelled blood. And Senmut seemed anxious. It wasn’t his, though… I know that was quite uncouth, you will forgive me for that, I hope, Medusa started, using some of her education to appear more refined than she ever might have before. She was well taught, but well learned…? That bit remained to be seen. 

The Gods look after us all. Whatever happens this evening has been set into motion by Them. And They love us, do They not? she was still indisputably facing the high she had experienced when on her escapade—it leant to her then-positive mood. 

His mood, though? What are you thinking? she asked him, thinking perhaps being succinct would provide her with a more elaborate answer.