Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

“Gemstones.” They’re purified and glistening and hold to light in ways that cast it back upon the hidden grotto walls. Selfishly she will want them all, to adorn herself in the very luxury she’s seen on so many nobles with their bejeweled collars and sparkling dais. To be looked upon in envy and admiration.

She sees the child’s shared wonder. Perhaps they shouldn’t be touched at all and instead remain here in this forgotten alcove. But they were made to be seen and marveled at, were they not?

“I’ve an idea. Let’s gather as many as we can and present them to the Queen. She will be quite impressed with your discovery, don’t you think? But tell you what. Choose two- one for you and one for your sister and they will be yours to keep. It is to be our secret, ok?” She whispers to the young Nebet.