Sawtooth Spire Here are the holy birds

her eyes slightly narrowed with thought as he requested a meeting with her ajaw, but the smile his charming words had coaxed out was still present. then he offered a description of what seemed like any of her sisters;  xtabay's smile grew into a smirk, choking back a laugh.

❝i can't see why they would decline.❞ the middling shadow responded while making an effort to keep her eyes trained to his face.

he was sharp, tall, and bewitching. it reminded her of a man she had known long ago. he reminded her of the man who's scars she bore in her skin, the man who's life she had taken. yet, whatever name her momentary companion held, he did not leave a bitter taste in her mouth.

❝and who might i be speaking to now?❞ la xtabay danced around the asking of his name.