Two Eyes Cenote dead in the water

one more thing before she left.

qiao shuffled her way down the cenote's tunnels, to the cellar where the prisoner was kept. before she left, she wished to lay her eyes upon him.  news of the strange contents he brought their kingdom intrigued her, and she wished to know his face.

he was not much to look at, by qiao's estimation. she examined him with glittering contempt, having heard of his untoward predilection towards little girls.

firstly, he was male --a broad, pugilistic specimen with aggressive virility practically coursing through his dark pelt. if dicks did not sour the stock, qiao would have suggested he be removed of his. as it was, they made poor contributions to a cauldron, and were often only useful for flaccid, unambitious spells.

qiao considered murmuring a spell for safiya's safety, but that was far too altruistic an ambition, and the crone still sensed the seeping edges of recovery from her last spell. better to conserve her energy.

instead, she wedged two urine-soaked hare's ears just out of reach, bound their potency with a gob of spit, and secured them with a single feather to the plinth.

then, she turned to face the prisoner, the full of her stare measuring up each of his inadequacies.