Lion Head Mesa heaven's not enough

the nebet.
it felt as though it was only yesterday when akashingo took the girl in, large-eyed and wild; she'd been raised by the royals as if she was one of their own, and now she effectively was.
she looks the part, the darling thing; tall and mighty with her father's gait, but regal and sand-touched. zaahira is quiet as she approaches her as though her presence may cause alarm.
nebet racharra, she addresses her formally, breath hitching in her throat uncomfortably. her gaze is soft and pliable as she slinks up to meet her flank. when the jodai looks at her, it's as if she knows her intrinsically. it hurts. you too find comfort in the gods?