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grand words from the woman with the voice of thunder.

atoztli's gaze lifts briefly, intrigue held in their black depths.

she will walk with mictec and she will walk with purpose: though before they had been two halves of a broken faction, now they were joined -- atoztli's fierce faith in tezcatlipoca assured her that this was right.

no further words for the priestess. she followed the black-cowled woman with the blazing marigold eyes deep into the woodland.