Golden Glade first dawn

mictec’s voice runs like thunder over the bruised peaks of their homeland. atoztli’s gaze turns to the skies, a silent invocation to tezcatlipoca — her own patron. 

she detects no trace of the doubt in mictec’s expression, for her own face is  earnestly skyward. 

alongside the towering man, they make for a handsome trio; atoztli remains silent as the ritual finishes. 

they walk with purpose now, as mictec foretold. 

later, atoztli will return to the shrine with new offerings; each more costly than the next.