Two Eyes Cenote Hourglass

War.

Not unheard of for a kingdom like theirs. As unwelcome as all the lives he'd ever claimed.

He tipped his narrowed gaze at the mention of the servant, feeling his own beginnings crawling like a scarab under his skin. Yet it was clear the order of things had long been ruptured.

This would never have happened in Ta-senet.

I trust they will be, Amani murmured. He blinked, slow and serpentine, all names are but a breath the south wind buries in her sands by night. And so she buried those you whispered many moons ago... you are needed here, in the cenote.

He leaned in closer so the even the sun could not read the movement of his lips. No, only one, have you more to whisper now?