Two Eyes Cenote ninety-eighth

this moment which had scarred and defied all reason for eset had become a moment in which senmut did not know how to find his own footing. it had not been for him to see; therefore he did not think of it.

and so these repressed images slanted into his mind from time to time. he watched her with the brilliance of green eyes which could not help but reflect her own deep hurt for a vulnerable moment. a priest, mirroring.

"i am leaving, hebsut. i wished to ask you to give me an account of any stores here which must be filled again from our stock in the palace, what is necessary. what is needed. what you will have me tell pharaoh."

that last for her to decide. how curious that they had stood together so often and yet senmut felt as if he had only glimpsed the hebsut. the memory of her pain did not define eset for him; he had seen now only her closed doors and her agony. what else made of steel and hope comprised the woman before him now.