Two Eyes Cenote Threadsnake

She falls in step beside the proud shoulders, so much of her sculpted by her father’s lineage, but also through the religious drilling the youth had sought of her own volition.

“I have learned about the man, Soto.” She begins, eyes seeking the girl’s own. A gentle pause, Eset stills the young mazoi with a soft reach to her shoulder, so that they might regard one another directly.

“I want you to know, Safiya, I am not here to scold you. I am not coming to you as a hebsut, or a figure in service to Akashingo, but as a woman. I want to speak openly with you, and hope you may feel the freedom to do the same, is that all right? Woman-to-woman.”