Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

“I am not returning to Akashingo.”

The resolve in her own voice catches her off guard; she is surprised to feel it. A history of wolf had been stained into the murals of the mesa- but before Nazli’s mark, before her own, Muat-riya had been untouched. Wounds would not be washed away, nor would old memories cease to be excavated, but something existed here in these walls.

“There are reports to deliver between the palaces,” Eset’s face is now intent upon the mazoi. “Will you come back?”

She would keep a room for Legend. She would fill it with pretty things.