10-11-2021, 07:57 PM
Mocentlalia
Eyatzin put his tablet down, a slight smirk crossing his face. “So the Empress is finally getting married.”
Maloxili looked at him with a strange expression on her face. “I don’t see why you’re smiling about that cow getting married. It’s the typical Xiomeran story - a happy ending for the rich powerful people. Nothing good about that particular fairy tale.”
“There will be, if we rewrite the ending she has planned,” Eyatzin said, his smirk growing into a cool smile.
Margaxi chuckled, getting his meaning. “So, we fine members of the not-so-loyal opposition can throw a few edits into her perfect script, yeah?”
“Indeed. Nothing muscular, we don’t have the numbers yet. But I can think of a few ways to remind Calhualyana that the opposition to her is still here, and that instead of eliminating us, she only drove us underground and made us more dangerous.” Eyatzin looked at both of them. “Get as many other UP members together as you can. I have a plan, but I will need a few people to serve as a distraction to pull it off.”
—-
Chuaztlapoc
Yauhmi took a drink of her coffee. If anyone could have drank a hot beverage in an angry way, it would have been at this moment. Her grimace was as much from the news of Calhualyana’s wedding as it was from the coffee.
“Gods take that horrible woman,” she murmured to herself. Next to her at the breakfast table, Tlalmaxxi laughed softly. “I take it you won’t be sending her a wedding present,” she said.
“Not unless I send her a picture of you and my son, to show her what a real loving couple looks like,” Yauhmi snorted. “Unless…..” her voice trailed off into thought.
“Oh dear. Will you be sending her something after all?” Tlalmaxxi’s raised eyebrow was a statement in and of itself.
“I am thinking…….of something absolutely perfect for the two of them.” Yauhmi laughed slowly. It bore a very marked similarity to her slow, slightly menacing laugh of the old days. Tlalmaxxi didn’t have it in herself to feel sorry for Calhualyana, but hearing that laugh, she almost did. Almost.
Eyatzin put his tablet down, a slight smirk crossing his face. “So the Empress is finally getting married.”
Maloxili looked at him with a strange expression on her face. “I don’t see why you’re smiling about that cow getting married. It’s the typical Xiomeran story - a happy ending for the rich powerful people. Nothing good about that particular fairy tale.”
“There will be, if we rewrite the ending she has planned,” Eyatzin said, his smirk growing into a cool smile.
Margaxi chuckled, getting his meaning. “So, we fine members of the not-so-loyal opposition can throw a few edits into her perfect script, yeah?”
“Indeed. Nothing muscular, we don’t have the numbers yet. But I can think of a few ways to remind Calhualyana that the opposition to her is still here, and that instead of eliminating us, she only drove us underground and made us more dangerous.” Eyatzin looked at both of them. “Get as many other UP members together as you can. I have a plan, but I will need a few people to serve as a distraction to pull it off.”
—-
Chuaztlapoc
Yauhmi took a drink of her coffee. If anyone could have drank a hot beverage in an angry way, it would have been at this moment. Her grimace was as much from the news of Calhualyana’s wedding as it was from the coffee.
“Gods take that horrible woman,” she murmured to herself. Next to her at the breakfast table, Tlalmaxxi laughed softly. “I take it you won’t be sending her a wedding present,” she said.
“Not unless I send her a picture of you and my son, to show her what a real loving couple looks like,” Yauhmi snorted. “Unless…..” her voice trailed off into thought.
“Oh dear. Will you be sending her something after all?” Tlalmaxxi’s raised eyebrow was a statement in and of itself.
“I am thinking…….of something absolutely perfect for the two of them.” Yauhmi laughed slowly. It bore a very marked similarity to her slow, slightly menacing laugh of the old days. Tlalmaxxi didn’t have it in herself to feel sorry for Calhualyana, but hearing that laugh, she almost did. Almost.
<t></t>