Two Eyes Cenote what I’ve done

tavina had seen to it that the wound delivered to her by the semer-wati would not scar. but relegated to this room, she could not bathe nor seek the comfort of a bed. the sesh grew listless and angered when she was not tending the silent captain, a man who she was quickly coming to resent.

when the summons came, tavina rounded on the servant. "you know i'm not allowed to leave this room," she snapped. "tell medusa to bring the boy here."

poor child, poor innocent child. she prepared silently for him, black fur hanging in lusterless hanks from her irritated form.

it was no one's fault save for that of rashepses, she told herself.