Lion Head Mesa Anemone

khaemwaset beheld them each in turn.

his tiny chin was prideful, his small eyes fighting the natural squint against light. first pharaonic mother filled his gaze, as gilt and kohled as the tiny seed of divinity in the prince demanded.

there were smaller bodies here, a sister of rich milk and soft gold. a brother spun from ivory and sea-gem. and her.

unheard by the closed ears of the prideful young god, whispers of the unseen went on, and it was through their guiding that he lifted a miniscule arm to drape possessively.

night-sister, shard of obsidian. their hearts twined in beating and khaemwaset slept without a single bellow.