Cerulean Cape Washed

crixus. she wonders what gods this name invokes, what its meaning was in his native tongue.

but she does not ask. the only god that matters is her own, and he is a god easily slighted.

atoztlitemoc. but you may be calling me atoztli.

she glances back once to the strange image behind her. he is certainly something she has never seen, between his strange orange collar and the thickness of his fur.

mictec will know what to do. 

fade here? we could start a new (up to date) one somewhere. i'm sorry i let this get so long without a reply

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