Lion Head Mesa blade

strong, girl, toula, more, princess.
toula marveled at all of the sounds that, strung together by her mother, made a symphony. toula could not understand, not a lick of it. not even her own name, not now. hearing was not so new as seeing, but things had become more lovely and distinct. while her brother would understand her, her mother would not: aahbb, ees? 
toula pressed against her mothers head, basking in the delightful warmth there. a kiss, and toula trilled happily. her legs shook no more, stable against her strong mother. her tail waved behind her, and she pressed a little kiss against whatever was in her reach.