Starglow Basin Morfeo

like a mendicant exposing his wares the doctor spread his palms; soto sniffed each parcel suspiciously, golden eye hard upon him. 

the first parcel had aromatic sweetness; the tang of it curled his nose, lingering like pine-balm. 

the second was potent; a hard odor just faintly detectable between shifting fogs of smell. 

soto leans back, thinks. 

el es util. soto murmurs to sangre, one ear tilting towards her as she summarizes the man’s words. 

he reclines, teaching for the second parcel. dile que debe quedarse. soto commands, turning the burn of his stare upon the doctor with intrigue.