Two Eyes Cenote might & meat

a long glance was exchanged with meseba as machiavelli's slender hips glimmered their way forward. "i would ask how long you have been discussing poisons, but it seems irrelevant now."

his shoulders were pinched by the stone; he grunted to shove himself through it, sprinkles of dust falling down upon them.

another path, another series of toeholds almost too tiny for his broad paws. beleaguered and annoyed, he pushed his way into the garden and glanced around.

dappled beauty and eldritch light, but such loveliness was wasted in the captain's annoyance as he glanced pointedly to the servant on the receiving end of meseba's dry tone.