Nova Peak Niende Dag

they had ceremonies like this, back in the nameless days.

atoztli tries not to think too much of those hours as she observes the quiet beauty of this severe place. the blood against the stone and worn on the lips of men; the silksoft bedding; the irresistible and hale women.

feeling very much an outsider, atoztli trails jamukha -- but not so close an observer would note their affiliation.

for now, her eye is drawn to the dancing lights above: hawk, puma, wolf, fox -- and wonders if tezcatlipoca will be displeased to see his subject among a different echelon of gods and hunters.