Two Eyes Cenote ninety-eighth

She had been eluding the Erpa-ha.

He had been there. He had seen.

He had observed the hebsut’s choices. He was privy to her foundering.

The flinch is unbidden as the familiar steps sound through the hollow corridors. Now there is nowhere left to turn; the only choice is to stand formally in the center of the hebsut’s quarters, chin held persistently still. The coy’s amber eyes trace his entry into the room. She curves into a devoted bow.