Ravensblood Forest and out in the woods lighting struck

Maegi felt as if someone had seized her heart and was squeezing it, tight, when Sakhmet spoke. Of course you can, she said, her voice barely a whisper as it tried to escape her trembling lips. Finally, she stepped forward, letting herself press her muzzle into her daughter's shoulder. Breathing in the scent of her. Remembering. . .oh, remembering how little she had once been.

How big she was now! But still Sakhmet.

After a moment, she turned to her smaller children, crouching lower to address them. Hey, Maegi murmured, smiling. This is your older sister, Sakhmet. 

They stared at her with round eyes. She didn't think they'd remember how she'd talked about the ruddy girl while they were still much smaller, crooning memories into the air as they suckled at her teats. How she'd spoken of Sobek, the twin, and Anansi, the ghost, and wept for them anew. 

Her love for her eldest living child hadn't died, she found now. It had only grown.

Tell me more about this plateau, she prompted, straightening after a moment of reveling in the first interaction between the latest generation and the first.