Two Eyes Cenote oh, anytime.

there was the matter of what to do with @Riot. 

well-rested, recovered from the blood-cost of her spell, qiao wiped the last of sleep from her eyes and considered the boy’s future. 

she sensed the spell had worked; old aches and pains seemed a little lesser today — the tingle of arthritic changes in her paw just a little softer. maybe a wrinkle or two was gone, even, the clock reset to some earlier time all on account of poor rowdy’s early demise. 

ah well, qiao thought bemusedly — at least he’s young forever now. 

but riot — where to put him? the ritual had only needed the one, and qiao sensed that like stormchaser, the overworld would rebuke any offer of his lifeblood for now. 

she thrummed her toes in the sand. he could make a fine fellahin — his features were just sharp enough to taste the distant coyblood — but perhaps his uses would be better served as a young mazoi. he was male, which spared him from worse fates — but where, where to put the boy?

she set out to find him with a low croon; it was time for his breakfast.