Two Eyes Cenote Sleep over

Though, she had seen little of Machiavelli, Eset wanted her to watch him. So, that she did. When he was awake, the fellahin was shadowed. 

Now, the shadow that cloaked their presence was the little devil. She was mazoi, bowed down at the sides of the Pharaoh and King. Her belly to the ground, ears intense and gaze forward to the newcomer that the fellahin brought. She had been ready to patrol Muat-riyas borders before making way back to Akashingo for a time.

Now, she served their rulers as a weapon. A pawn to be tipped. A pawn to be played. Stationed where she should be. Quiet. Patient.

Waiting.