Two Eyes Cenote adamantium

She sees the unmistakable affection in Tavina’s expression before it shifts for the coyote, who wears no point of age along the features of his face. He is youthful, beautifully colored, with bright-lit eyes, finely built. Polite. Well-spoken.

Suddenly this task of initiating staff to the palace is made Eset’s decision.

“Welcome, Talisman,” a kindly dip of her own nose is given before her head settles back over the long dark column of her neck.

“We are grateful for your offered services. But Muat-riya is newly forged. The palace is still finding its footing. I am afraid we have no open positions available,” her look presses too quickly between them before holding steadily on the threshold at their backs.

“I will see you out.”