Golden Glade illumination

it takes hours.  the man has all but faded from memory, drawn to some other errand by a call atoztli does not heed.

six turtles lay in a row, placed on their back with legs squirming.

it takes four deaths for her to find the useful one.

stringing innards in a rune upon the ground, atoztli casts invocation for protection, and leaves the remaining turtle stranded upon its back.

life, he would learn, was full of suffering.