Lion Head Mesa sem-priest

she arrived.

the white fur he had gifted her was upon her shoulders, sayf had been with her for further preparations, but she sent him away as the closed the distance to pharaoh's place. there was a comfort in being met among a room proper and not the royal court of the throne room.

a kiss, heavy and passionate no matter how brief.

the future of them is bright. she assured softly. her faith lied heaviest in toula, but she said no such things. nor how she suddenly wished for a million more daughters. all as promising and bright as her first.

and how she worried about more sons; especially those as coy and demure as sethnakht. how they might wither beneath the crown prince.

toula will flourish most when she sees the world. i know this. as the way all mothers knew things. i would like to send her somewhere new. beyond mereo.