Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

Legend’s dogma is the absence of hope. Without a lowered head, Eset considers it, turning the words over in her mind like she would palm a jewel. Like a priestess would pour herself over walls of ancient scripture. She feels her wolf’s soul wither and shrivel, small and dry and perhaps never to feel dignity again.

This world could be beautiful. She wanted it to be beautiful.

But from the wilderness, the coyote called for her retribution.