Two Eyes Cenote regalo

ooh fun he intrigues me

Eyes of sea glass trace the high precipice and salt areas she called home. A small sense of dissatisfaction as she walked. She was still considered Fellahin. How could she become Mazoi like she wanted. Beastie was set free, but she hadn't seen him yet.

She picked her way to the borders. A little ghost to the Mazoi. They tolerated her presence. Some giving her advice or just a small hello when not busy.

She saw a sight just beyond. A blur of something. She tilted an ear forward and pressed the red of her body forward eyeing the man who had been there before. She only saw his shape before she moved closer.

As she did so the tang of blood in the air, dirt and dust.

She moved closer still stopping to stare at him fearless as she always was.

You're hurt. was her generalized statement.