Two Eyes Cenote acapulco

it’s a pleasant face that greets him, refined in the ancestral angles of coyote. she’s young - but not harmless. 

he’s not disappointed by the lovely sight, but his eyes rove past in sharp acuity where the single sound of a whine rose from the dunes. 

the girl speaks the tongue in which soto is only passingly accustomed. hello, he lilts back, brogue heavy. 

the contents of his peltskin remain at his feet. para ti. he pushes it forward with a signal beyond her - to show it was a gift for all.