Two Eyes Cenote Leaf-nosed

the name upon eset’s tongue brought forth a brief smile that could nearly be called kind. the doctor. she responded, now braiding pieces of late goldenrod together. a good teacher.

she set this bundle against the hearth of stone, noting eset’s vaguely unfocused gaze. it would be some time yet before eset returned to her former self — but she may find a part of her was lost forever. yes, some coyote. her expression straightened. will you try again for children in the spring? 

the question, so painfully direct, was aimed delicately; qiao wondered if eset knew the dangers, now that her body had gone through its worst crucible yet.