Two Eyes Cenote Hourglass

There was nothing so conspicuous between them as clapped backs or gills of mead. The King only leveled a look to the silent killer brimming with solar praise, one that promised gilded finery and women in turn for secrecy.

Amani; a last apparatus of Ta-senet. Kept untold and safe from his Toula. Rashepses’ lips twitched.

“Your mantle is two-fold. There are many eyes upon the cenote, Amani. Protect its borders. Incidences will be funneled to the captain when he wakes. Pharaoh and I mean to name him regent of Muat-riya and I expect there will be discourse to follow. Endorse him.”

Semer-wati wrung his dark paws then slid forward; deeper into their attenuated symposium. “I am not well loved among the inhabitants. I need eyes and ears where mine cannot go. There are rats within the walls. Report your findings to me.” He met the piercing of wine eyes with a mirrored stare.

Names had yet been whispered.