Lion Head Mesa Good Morning, Khepri

Siptah nodded, a look of stoicism coming over his small form as he listened to his father with rapt attention. He was a Prince, he should start acting like it. He decided that, starting now, he would try to be more serious, to be a better Prince.

Then, Ramesses spoke of Gods, and learning their names. Siptah's tail wagged gleefully — he already knew a few thanks to Akhtar. But then, re called his earlier decision to be more serious, so the boy took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, then said matter-of-factly, "I know Khepri, and Ra... there's another one for the sun, but I don't remember." He would ask the priest to name them again, one of these days.

"And Amun." Three was a good start, right? He blinked, then, as Ramesses reminded him of his own divinity. Quietly, he wondered, "Does that make me a God, too, father? And you?"