Two Eyes Cenote Woma

at her invitation, meseba takes a seat beside her; casting his gaze for the first time to the sky. it is painted in a velveteen navy blue, dotted with stars and kissed by the sugary moonglow. a christening, of sorts, he thinks.

cheeks warm beneath the stone grey of his fur as she speaks of doubts and certainties of him. he is not quite sure how to take it, unused to compliments and so he accepts it with a humble twitch of his lips into a smile softened.

i am content to be guardsman, he begins, knowing full well that content and happy were not of the same coin. but perhaps, with Sopdet and Osiris' guidance and influence i may decide to choose a different path. a soft pause is given. i think i may pursue what i desire, meseba admits. but i should consult with the Them first, rather than rush. i am Their servant, now.