Two Eyes Cenote Aimless direction bound through

Was it wrong to miss someone who had played such an insignificant role in your life?

The pouch hit the floor.

Eset had been there for most none of it, and yet all of it. It was strange, really. Strange how someone you found regular in your life, yet to never be given a day of thought, could leave such an empty feeling in your chest in their vanish. The memories that were there though, even with their meaningless nature with no weight to change the game of their world, somehow never left.

It must have been nice to be capable of making unforgettable memories with someone.

Eset could make many. Legend knew she made none. Their embrace was warm and held for many seconds, and tension fell away from every portion of the yaret's body. Her native tongue exposed itself.

"It is good to see You well, Eset." Even if every piece of Eset said she was not.

"The fellahin have whispered many tales, but she does not know which are..true and untrue. You will have to tell her. Akashingo has kept her busy and on doubled patrols." Though, luckily, she was more likely to go back and tattle on an intruder before going after one alone, it was still tiring.

Legend had the look of a bad dog for not coming with it sooner.

Eset backed away. "Ahm." Frowning, a lonely paw gently pried open the bag and revealed its contents, hidden away even from the door and only to Eset's eyes. "..She brings You this. She doesn't know what to do with it. It came from- from a stranger man at Muat-riya's borders." Ceremonious, in some ways, and.. Not always in others. "So, she brings it to You to- ahm, ask: Help?" Because Machiavelli would likely take it for himself, and Senmut? Why, he likely would not care per say, but he'd simply been busy. Perhaps she would find him after if he had free time. Toula was too young. "The stranger man said it is a gift."