Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

He had enough energy to laugh, but not enough to show her recognition or respect.  She had to remember that now she was nobody but an old crone; instead of displeasure, she allows a thin smile to grace her angled face.  

She does not recognize his accent.  It is nothing like hers, but they are not as different as she had initially assumed.  Mahuiztictlacatl, she repeats slowly, resting her breath on each syllable.  Great man.

Her murkwater stare moves to the coast, which is off in the distance, out of view.  Me too.