Two Eyes Cenote The deepest crevice of my heart

"lying and acting? of course i do," khusobek laughed, the pain in his body forgotten for now. observing legend with a mixture of interest and amusement. "you would teach them things no royal tutor would know. and it is what they need to be mazoi."

she was yaret. there could be no better instructor.

"i am going to the sesh to see about this. will you come with me?" he asked, wishing her company with a silent fervor he would not admit.

smiles; smirks; they moved toward the cenote halls, khusobek regaling legend with stories of other places, other things accomplished.