Two Eyes Cenote they occupy my heart and so-called mind

“You just let me know when, and we shall host the most elegant party these halls have ever seen,” her snout, reaching for a kiss.

“And you will look every part a Queen,” she smiled into the obsidian cheek, letting floral scents pervade her lungs. She sighs and rests back into the pale boughs, admiring the beauty of Racharra in the dappled-lit plants of the garden.

“How long do I have you?” Eset asks, thinking she would prepare a nice dinner for the nebet that evening.