Golden Glade first dawn

Mictec's gaze turned skyward, the vast expanse of stars stretching endlessly above them. The gods see us now. They see our devotion and our strength. And we, in turn, see each other. Her eyes fell to the shrine once more, and she inclined her head slightly, her skeletal marking catching the moonlight in stark contrast. We leave these teotl in their care, but it is our actions that will speak loudest. Let us walk with purpose.

She stepped back, her marigold eyes blazing in the moonlight. This land will not yield to the few. We will seek others who share this fire, this devotion. Our gods demand not just survival, but legacy.

Her intent was clear, they needed more souls. And with that, she had yet to discuss her revelations with any of the others from her Trial. She could not hold the ranks of Huey Tlatoani and Cihuacoatl herself, the burden too vast which would cause her to burn out to quickly like a dying star. In another lifetime she avoided conversations of finding a mate like it was the plague that took her abuela. But in this lifetime, she saw how crucial it was to have another to carry the mantle.

A small seed of doubt clouded her eyes but her words remained firm. Our calpolli is firm. Go and find others to make it stronger.

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