Road To El Dorado Valentine Cards part 1!
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EXCUSE ME WHILE I POINT OUT MY FAVOURITE BITS
Only one thing meant more to Tulio than gold and jewels: his friendship with Miguel.
What was worse, the boat was crowded and uncomfortable. Tulio could not stretch out to sleep. Finally one sweltering day he’s had enough. “Ahhh, ditch the horse!”
“Ohhhh, I like the horse,” Miguel replied.
“Ahhh, he’s too heavy.”
“Ohhh, he’s cute.”
With sudden strength, they leaped out of the boat and fell to the beach.
“Mwah!” Tulio cried, kissing the sand with glee.
“Mwah!” Miguel joined him. Together they crawled up the beach, their heads bobbing as they kissed and kissed…
Suddenly Miguel stopped. He’s planted his lips on something smooth and hard.
He looked up—and came face to face with a grinning, whitewashed skull.
“Three days is not fine—this is a real problem,” Tulio said, idly tossing a pair of gold earrings up and down. As he passed Chel, he handed them to her. “These go well with your..ears.”
“Thank you,” Chel said, flattered.
Now that Tzekel-Kan had retreated quietly to his temple, Tulio was lightening up. Chel coaxed him into telling stories about Spain. Swept up in the memories, he broke into a demonstration of flamenco dancing—stamping, wailing, scowling, moving his arms in precise arcs.
She nearly died laughing.
The acolyte gave the liquid a hard look. He grabbed a cup from a shelf, dipped it into the vat, and held out a sample for the High Priest to taste.
Tzekel-Kan glared at him.
The acolyte cringed. Procedure must be followed. He squeezed a little lime and topped the drink with a tiny bamboo umbrella.
When he turned away, he came face to face with Miguel.
“Well, good luck,” Miguel said uncertainly.
Tulio nodded. “Yeah, you too.”
They shook hands. For a moment they stood there stiffly, their anger in abeyance, fingers still clenched. Each had a million unfinished thoughts, a sea of unsaid words.
But neither spoke up. What was done was done.
Part of Tulio wanted to whoop with joy, to leap up with Miguel in a perfectly timed high-five like the old days.