Two Eyes Cenote Titanoboa

“Just Eset, between us,” she smiles, fighting away thoughts of how a daughter of her own might have carried herself. There would come a time for formalities, but between them hebsut reaches for rapport now with the pupil.

The girl’s giddiness is infectious. She feels her own stance soften in response. “You would have more opportunities to learn if you were to take the rank of mazoi; guardian of Muat-riya. I would like to offer you the position, Safiya, if it interests you.”

She watches now the young face as she lights with joy.