Wild Berry Meadow Dulce Laborum

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how soon will she give birth, do you think? one taupe forepaw brushes against the jodai's forehead, sweeping away dust and the beading of moisture. her gaze rests upon the gold-flecked shoulders of rashepses, the imperious way in which he carried himself. the months had made her grow used to his presence, perhaps, in some way, even respectfully fond of him — but that did not keep him from getting on her nerves at times.
such as now. everything was theatrical with him! could he not simply hunt without having to dress up and prance around? he took longer to put on makeup than his wife.
but there was genuine interest in the wellbeing of pharaoh's children for zaahira. she wonders silently if any daughters will come from her, and if they will inherit their mother's pure soul.