Lion Head Mesa henti

the names spilled forth.

each held a grand task assigned to it. all of them meaningful, all of them having accomplished something of great feats.

all of them men.

this did not outright sour her. she had no reason to disregard the men of her history. she had only imagined they might hear more about both sides. that he might discuss the men and turn to the women next to them. that a grandmother's name might come after a grandfather.

not a continuous chain.

thothmes perhaps meant the most at the moment, seeing what the children and father in the room had been through.

khamenteru intrigued her for the clear diplomatic work of his actions.

her lips drew together, thin and thoughtful. she did not yet see a reason to speak or raise questions for her father's ears. after all, neither sibling did, why should she need to be the one to always provoke?

all she offered was a nod of understanding.