Two Eyes Cenote Typhlopidae

She scarcely recognized Qiao’s molten figure among the bedfurs, her eyes searching first for the boy near the foot of the hemet’s pelts before she staggered further into the bedchamber.

“Your ward is– gone,” Eset reveals quickly, knowing that delicate speech was in vain. The child had seen all she had and was a possible witness to more of what occurred. It still pained too much to speak such horror into existence for his ears.

The hebsut sidesteps, paws landing near the cub in his cover of shadows, eyes fixed on the unyielding green of Qiao’s gaze. She did not see how the hemet’s very eyes changed inexplicably in the redlight.

“I need to speak with the boy.”