Two Eyes Cenote parodia

Something within the darkness growled. A red ear flicked and he paused, the fur along his spine beginning to prickle in unease. What if Machiavelli was still lurking? He'd heard the rumours; that man spelled nothing but trouble for the palace. Quite frankly, what in Ra's name was he doing leaving gifts for his sister?

Kheti spun to face the shadows, expecting the fellahin to emerge at any moment. But the blurred shape that followed the call of his name was anything but.

"Saf-?!" he yelled in surprise as the mazoi collided with his shoulder, tipping his balance and sending him stumbling back until he felt his hip grate painfully against the sharp wall of the tunnel. "Stop! Safiya - ow," and then it dawned on him what she had just said.

"Beastie? Is that what you call him?" Kheti snarled, chest heaving. Despite her small size, Safiya had managed to knock the wind right out of him. "Don't tell me - are you two friends?" Tell me it's not true.