Two Eyes Cenote Reticulated

More leapt to life in Meseba’s face than she knew to expect, but she found herself gripping to the strength in his commitment, the one that does not discourage this plan for reprisal. All these months, and still the hebsut had to denigrate the servile practices which branded her formative years. His acceptance, it loosens some part of her that had anticipated resistance, for no reason other than it had long been the order of things.

“Yes,” she answers Meseba gratefully after some thought, searching his gaze.

When her eyes turn for Khusobek, a sensation of something dark sinks its teeth. She would be ashamed to admit she wanted the captain with her always, the nearness of him, the confidence he gave her– nothing else. She still had no word for what beat between them, nor could she chance breathing it to life by acknowledging it.

Her mouth tightens. “We will intercept them, if we can. If we cannot, then I will offer myself as their escort.” Their mazoi would be quickly deemed as threats. Eset herself was a slight woman, no more of a hinderance than a gentle breeze. And the child who had inspired more self-preservation had gone.

“Though, a man of high standing will have his food tasted,” the coy continues, hesitating. It is difficult to endorse a plan where so many holes could easily be pierced through it, but the alternative she saw was gritty and violent; acts she was adamant about keeping off their soil. Consternation dries her throat as she glances between both men in a bid for their thoughts.