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Mictecacihuatl she says, her voice low but steady, like the first growl of thunder. She turns her head just enough to catch Atoztli's gaze, her marigold eyes burning with quiet intensity.

Si caminas conmigo, caminas con propósito.

It was clear that she carried a broken spirit but there was a sense of divinity, of faith. If there was one thing she had come to learn from abuela, faith could quiet even the loudest volcanoes.