Two Eyes Cenote Dinner & Diatribes

another nod. "i believe you. and given your situation, you had reason to fear hunters. legend can be terrifying if she desires." there was a note of admiration in his tone for the yaret, and another for the sort of person he now understood machiavelli to be.

quickly the tongue in the pretty mouth moved, and khusobek saw the pain in that response. "because if you are someone who has survived royalty and its extremes, over and over, then you are someone i can trust. i only want to know if you regret where you are now."

he did not.

peace between them. his scarlet ears flicked. "what will you do now?" the guard asked, genuine curiosity tied into his tone.

the warm air had dried his fur rather quickly; he relaxed now, waiting to listen with more of a storytime air in the atmosphere between he and machiavelli now.