Two Eyes Cenote where do you lay down the burden?

not until the man stood straight did soto realize how tall he was; the brandishing fur a brilliant aftereffect that bolsters his height further.

no matter; the python does not wish to fight over these ruins. this place is cursed. he senses it in his bones. it is why he did not claim it for himself.

and those twin waters the mouth of some hellish landscape soto does not wish to transverse.

a pretty dialect not his own -- nor english -- first leaves the man's tongue. it's the closest approximation to the lyrical fluidity of his own language that soto has heard in this place.

but the words mean nothing.

he grunts, angling a nose towards the assorted furs. es malvado. sensing a barrier, soto repeats in the words safiya painstakingly taught him. no good.