Two Eyes Cenote Dear Arkansas Daughter

Indeed, Machi affirmed with a nod, his voice carrying a note of reflection. I suppose that once you earn your place among the Mazoi, you'll be sent to train under her, He continued, his gaze drifting thoughtfully around the chamber.

His thoughts lingered for a moment before he continued, his tone curious yet gentle. I see. But tell me, what of your other siblings? What are they like? As he spoke, he reached for an empty tortoiseshell planter, the smooth curve of its surface gleaming faintly in the fractured light. He carefully transferred a small amount of rich, dark soil into it, before turning back to her.

Of course, my friend, he assured her, his voice warm with encouragement. I’ll help you until you get the knack of it. Gardening takes time, but you'll learn soon enough. With a deft motion, he poked small holes into the soil with one pearl-pink nail, the indentations evenly spaced and ready to cradle the seeds. He gestured for her to drop a few into each one, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

I'm not sure it's quite that potent, he laughed lightly, his voice a soothing murmur in the quiet chamber as he covered the seeds with another careful pawful of soil. Some plants can do something similar, it's true, but those are among the more dangerous types. We'll save those lessons for when you're a bit older, I think.