All the gold in the capital would not be enough to make her join them. She shook her head with a shudder, imagining the pounding in their skulls from being upside down for so long. Exactly fifty-four revolutions in honor of the calendar stone. Dressed as birds, with ropes tied around their feet, her brothers jumped from the top of the high pole and swung in circles around it, suspended by their ankles. Her twin brothers, Achto and Aquin, each twenty cycles old, tried to get her to pole fly with them - a request she quickly rejected. The anticipation of the evening’s coming events soured her against any kind of frivolity. She crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue at his retreating form. Her brother gave her a long warning glare before wiggling his eyebrows and disappearing after a group of giggling merchant daughters. “Why don’t you go jump off the temple, Chimalli?”
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