Two Eyes Cenote lead

The room is thrown into utter silence save their breaths. The sesh’s gaze is followed to the overlap of paw. The coy stiffens, suddenly so aware of her pulse in this room.

“I think– I’d rather make myself a fool than a coward,” Eset whispers finally, lips lingering apart, brow lifting in accordance with the last. Her eyes skip between Tavina’s and down to the mouth which had shaped the question.

The secret child’s blood, or otherwise her own thrums; restless, biting, hot.

She swallows, down and away with her eyes and pitches to her feet.

“I will go fetch more palms,” she makes for the door.