Lion Head Mesa Armed to the teeth

AW, perhaps a royal puppy? <3 @Khaemwaset @Neith

Taliba stalked the halls on the routes her father had given her. With the Kingsguard departed for a war near Muat-riya, it gave the girl some sense of normalcy. The man would find a very different girl than the one he left behind whenever he returned.

An ogre's appetite afflicted the girl, ravenous and unyielding. Oversized paws supported gangly limbs. Growing and growing, Taliba was rapidly gaining in height.

With size gained came also the burden of growing pains. A cloud followed the girl as she prowled. Ibrahim and Aiman were too tiring to play with. Ibrahim in particular was scoring more wins in their spars, much to her frustration.

The girl passes the open air throne room. The silence within eerie, as it opulence remained even in the absence of Pharaoh and her consort. She lingered in the mouth of the empty chamber. There was no reason to enter, so the girl watched the sunlight bathe the vacant thrones from a distance.

How long would it take for Pharaoh and Semer-wati to return? Would her father?

<3

khaemwaset had not returned to neith's company since she had run from him. their individual studies with the priests continued; he sparred the guards beside the river, and was indulged with choicest food when he wished to eat.

however there was little appetite in the prince for more than anger.

he treated the fellahin with ill-regard until senmut chastised him; believing himself quite put upon, he withdrew to his own chambers.

but the painting called.

the thrones;

and when the maidservant's gaze trailed, it would find khaemwaset swathed in darkness and set upon his father's throne, seemingly catatonic as he stared toward the far wall.