Golden Glade first dawn

two becomes three and the procession moves under the spare moonlight, their shadows dancing among the rows of thin trees.

they come to a rustic shrine. atoztli senses a powerful peace here and it comes from the obsidian stone nestled like a black heart among the bones of the shrine. as mictec extracts a second stone, atoztli watches with a divine invocation pressing through her teeth.

this stone gleamed like a jaguar's proud eye. molten bands of fire moved within its dark surface, captivating the priestess' eye.

she produces her own small offering. a racoon's crooked left claw, its nails turned inward towards its palm. this totem of tezcatlipoca she leaves among the stone, her head bowing deep as she steps back.