Lion Head Mesa Acceptance

he came closer. her mother was near, and she heard one of the many names used that were signs that she was the one being heeded. the princess turned her head to her, beaming, and when she looked back toward the prince he was suddenly level with her. toula gasped and giggled as she bounced toward him. standing before his nose, toula gifted him with several kisses of greeting and a wagging tail.
his eyes moved, and he spoke. toula blinked before she moved alongside his muzzle, leaning her head against it to inspect his handsome features with a still waving tail. well-mannered and quiet, toula was happy just to be close to this one. one word that he had said, Prince, was a word she knew and loved—it had come to mean Brother, and Sethnakht... both things she presumed also to be the one standing before her, and the same, now, for Sethnakht. though this ones name would take more repetition to recall. like Princess and Toula and Sister, like Prince and Sethnakht and Brother. like Mother and Queen... like Father and Pharaoh. one word with many meanings.