Two Eyes Cenote we can't fall any further if we can't feel ordinairy love

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eset did not look up, and so senmut did not seek her eyes, did not press his gaze. instead, within the confines of that small room, he became an animate piece of furniture. his scribe-mind would recall each detail of this scene in perfection — but later.

moving away as the esteemed hemet took up her position beside eset, senmut remembered the flawed detainment, but that she had come to see makono gloried all the same.

to have her here again was — some measure of blessing and some measure of danger.

green moss. the feathery richness of fennel, and because qiao had not said, a small heap of dried fennelseed. sweetness encircled the working. sprigs of goldenrod, and for the last he had to search. 

these things were laid within qiao's reach, and if the hemet bid him fetch a dessicated variety, he brought it in quiet.

a servant replenished the water-shell at the door. senmut sent word to @Medusa, to begin her prayers against the pressing death spirits which sought to devour life essence.