Golden Glade demuts

easy company, this.

she settles into a rhythm of work; strips flesh back here, sets aside meat there.

all the while she explains to him the purpose of each: the heart, the liver, the spleen.

when it is all done the majestic animal is hardly more than pieces of carnage from an abbatoir. blooded but done, atoztli prepares for the ritual in the coming day.

but it is the heart and pelt-skin she keeps for herself, knowing their use comes at a later date.

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