Two Eyes Cenote Typhlopidae

blinking owlishly, qiao stepped aside expecting inquisition. as eset breezed into the room, the scent of coldspring waters and night seeped in. she prepared her defense --

the boy? she looked to the child. he'd cloistered himself into one of the darker corners of the room, his eyes watchful and wide. surely, he wouldn't dare.

what do you mean, gone? qiao motioned the boy to rise, the perfect image of perfunctory concern and obeisance -- if a little ruffled and tired.