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zaahira worried for toula.
rashepses doted upon her now, but how would he act as soon as toula bore his sons? how would he treat his daughters? what if they all grew up to be like him?
what if toula would end up a musical ballerina upon a nightstand, all because she now had male heirs to her father's name?
and so zaahira had been perhaps abnormally watchful as of late, more assertive and curt with subjects, posturing and haughty in bearing. rashepses was tolerated to the best of her ability. never was pharaoh to stray from her line of sight. she'd even taken up guardian nightshifts alongside the fellahin if only to be near her always.
for she was the chamber which embraced and sowed this brood — she gave her body to them, and so she was the one who should be nurtured.
when she reaches out to feel toula's belly, she touches a paw to what must have been another. a sour feeling of disgust was soon replaced with a wash of wonder and curiosity, as well as a primal feeling of protectiveness — as if they were her own.
rashepses doted upon her now, but how would he act as soon as toula bore his sons? how would he treat his daughters? what if they all grew up to be like him?
what if toula would end up a musical ballerina upon a nightstand, all because she now had male heirs to her father's name?
and so zaahira had been perhaps abnormally watchful as of late, more assertive and curt with subjects, posturing and haughty in bearing. rashepses was tolerated to the best of her ability. never was pharaoh to stray from her line of sight. she'd even taken up guardian nightshifts alongside the fellahin if only to be near her always.
for she was the chamber which embraced and sowed this brood — she gave her body to them, and so she was the one who should be nurtured.
when she reaches out to feel toula's belly, she touches a paw to what must have been another. a sour feeling of disgust was soon replaced with a wash of wonder and curiosity, as well as a primal feeling of protectiveness — as if they were her own.
you are glowing, ˁazizati,she whispers, stone-laden features suddenly softening.
what does it feel like for you? when they... you know, kick.
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