Two Eyes Cenote prometheum

There were only rare instances where Eset felt entirely out of her depth. This was one of them.

Tavina was carefully pointing out everything; arteries, muscles, lungs and lymph nodes. The animal was cleaned but the coy’s eyes hung over a droplet of blood on the stone table. Blood.

A heart. A pulse. They’d had that, once.

She wanted to vomit. She imagines Nala standing here proudly, or wafting around the classroom attending to questions, an effortless aid to Tavina’s genius.

Eset forces the sentiment from her face, sculpting herself coolly to gaze across the room of faces to Safiya. She focuses upon the young mazoi's eagerness, meeting it with a pleasant smile.