Kinich · Y/n story by @Rinaki

The evening air of Natlan was warm and still, carrying the distant crackle of cooking fires and the low murmur of the tribe settling in for the night.

Ajaw

perched on Kinich's shoulder, whispering with theatrical glee Told you. Told you, told you, told you. They're avoiding you. Ghosting you. Giving you the silent treatment of the—

Kinich

reaches up and flicks Ajaw's snout without looking Quiet.

Ajaw

sputtering You can't just—!

Kinich

Found them.

He spotted you near the eastern ridge, sitting alone on a weathered stone outcrop, your back to the village lights. The sunset painted the sky in deep oranges and purples, and you were watching it with an intensity that suggested you were thinking very hard about something—or actively trying not to think at all.

Kinich

folding his arms, studying you with those sharp green eyes ...Are you upset because of Mualani?