Two Eyes Cenote barley & brawn

Medusa was bad at gifts. And worse at kids. It was why she’d never have…

Never mind. Her father took care of the big gift from their family but she brought with her a pretty flower, robbed of all its toxic properties. She brought it before the girl and said; it is small and it is pretty, but it is not inconsequential. The stem, which I have removed, will make the consumer sleep like the dead for a week, perhaps more. It is useful, medicinally, and for religious ceremony… but I imagine a Mazoi might win the day with the aid of this, the day? Maybe more, maybe the war! 

She should’ve been a tactician. 

Wake them sooner by crushing the part I have gifted and placing it beneath their nose. 

Medusa withdrew, smiling thinly before moving toward the girls father. He had the look of a Mazoi but she wasn’t sure. Following in your footsteps? she asked, carefully avoiding Tavina’s gaze but for one brief, grateful little glance.