Serpent Lake Eye, tooth, claw, death

Safiya didn't know what to say or do. She was in the middle of a war as old as time. A father thinking he knew best and sometimes he did. In this case probably. But again every dark man has an angel he sullies. Perhaps she was one.

Safiya would have said no, she would have fought. But the pain currently laying torment to her eye was killing her softly.

The world was full of what if questions and here was one now. What if. 

She turned singular sea eye to his face and traced over it. Memorizing. Maybe someday she'd see him again in the forest where it was quiet and no one could question their, whatever this was. Maybe. 

Or maybe she'd go in the ground because if war was called. Safiya was a Mazoi and she went where King and country bid.

A small smile. Impish. A small inkling of an ember in that single eye. The fearlessness with which she carried herself. A small toss of her head. It hurt like hell, but so worth it. 

Adios por ahora.

She didn't know a lot of the language he spoke, but she had begun to learn.

A lean forward a lick to the side of his face where the empty eye lay. Muy bonita