Firestone Hot Springs gibbous

keeping pace with this one proves difficult; atoztli marvels how she glides over clay soundless as a wraith.

in anore she senses a kinship, but it is forbidden in her culture to speak of such things. a tremor of delight starts in her heart and before she can stop herself she asks: did you kill him?

too late did she realize her faux pas. the excitement thrumming in her heart turns to a glacier chill. but she remembers she is in the company of a woman unfamiliar with her customs; unfamiliar with atoztli.

only tezcatlipoca knows who she is now.

oh! i mean. i have left a place like that. she confirms, brushing aside the nervous energy tensing her shoulders.