Two Eyes Cenote Python

He is such a peculiarity. She finds it difficult to look anywhere other than the glassy round eyes protruding from that tiny skull. His accent is strange and his prose theatrical, enough to merit a look of genuine amusement from the hebsut as she descends into the furs directly across from him.

“Such high praise, my Lord. Your reputation for finery precedes you. I hope Muat-riya will continue to satisfy your standards of luxury for the duration of your visit.” A head bows curtly. The coy is moved by the acclaim and feels a rush of pride heat her cheeks. It is a wonder to be Lady of such a fortress; to dine with guests of great importance and made privy to their thoughts. But Eset does not forget her place, quick to redirect the conversation by offering her paw to the wee neb. Upon it lays a broad lotus leaf topped with several magenta dollops.

“May I interest you in a drink, Lord Gucci? It is called spike, fermented here in the palace.”