Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

Her claw pointed towards Eset with her next words, lively. "I didn't say that!" Pretty feather. Pretty flower. Pretty wreath. "I just thoughts it- and you said it!"
Things she had never been given release to see.

Amten said such things would taint her.

"Really?"

She found little there, in the thoughts of Senmut in the beds of others. She knew people shared one another. Knew bodies were things. Knew she did not own him. Knew she was only mazoi. She tried to feel an attachment to care that Eset prompted, but it did not come.

She did not understand.

It confused her that she did not.

More again.

She felt only attached to the idea that she could be allowed space, allowed affection in Akashingo's life. In Erpa-ha's.

Between the feather and Eset, she turned her head now. A puzzle playing out upon her face, a connection she wished to understand. Eset offered. Yet it did not feel pleasing, the thought of taking them. "Well, I don't want them that bad." The feather was floating aimlessly to the ground when she next dropped it, her ears stayed on a turn for Eset's voice. It changed colors. And when it changed colors, when it rolled across her eyes in waves not familiar, it brought the mazoi to a focus. The demon child halted in her thought flurries to understand this one. A sense of settle. "What's gotten ya so generous? You don' like em?"