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Satriya Merneith is born calm.

In fact, so uncommonly serene is the first girl that she may have been mistaken as ill if not for the concentric circles she paints with tiny, rose-petal fists. Air inhabits her lungs, a slow widening of full lips to show even, pink gums, then the slow effortless closing. The humming of voices from behind her bound infantile ears, which throughout development had filled her with a sense of security, now become nearer. Sweet little coos toll in answer.

Some are born with no love at all, but their's is ubiquitous. Already it burst its dam, seeped into her legs, pooled into her heart. There is no fear nor fury, only a confident little yawn as she is nestled beside her bloodkin. 

Neith had sat static for so long in that warm silence. The world held secrets waiting for her to unlock.

I am ready!