Two Eyes Cenote víscera

he looks to them both to confirm understanding. the boy's teeth press together, suppressing a series of chatters.

for a moment he stands stock still, listening.

water trickles around them. somewhere the soft sigh of a subterranean breeze.

he cannot read the amazon's expression, but in gentle steps he moves past them and motions once -- in the very gesture he has seen mother sometimes do to son -- to follow.

their path spills down past the cenote and into tunnels that thread their way like veins through the cave system.