Two Eyes Cenote echinopsis

There had been no ceremony, no extravagant feast to announce he and Kiyya's rise to mazoi. But, for once, Kheti didn't care. The days were long and stressful as they prepared to march, and often he would return with legs caked in sand and dust. He had cleaned them thoroughly - obviously - and felt an immense weight lift off his shoulders as he trotted inside at Tiye's invitation. He entered not as a mazoi, but as a brother.

"Who says you're not?" he teased, drawing nearer and carefully depositing the bundle a little ways from her bed. "Papa's got you working like one already. Hey - no peeking!" Moving his body to block Tiye's prying eyes, he removed a set of cobalt blue feathers and began to carefully weave them into his scarlet fur. A painted turtle shell came next, stuffed full of colourful dried flowers which he adorned his tail with. Finally, he draped the weasel fur around his neck and plonked the shell atop his head, ears flopping under its weight.

Turning to his sister, he struck a wobbly pose. "Thought I'd demonstrate them first. Look - even the bag can be worn!" He gestured to the pelt with a paw. The feathers would have perfectly matched Safiya's eyes, but Tiye didn't need to know that. "Whaddaya think?"