Lion Head Mesa Anemone

So young. 

The shift in his sister's demeanor impacted him. This sweet attention of her mouth on his cheek. And his eyes sharpened with more focus on her soft face and the blue of her eyes that were sweet and gentle and warm... and so loving. This shaped him. Without the knowledge of what it was, Den became addicted to it. To this attention and trust Neith offered. The prince basked in it with a soft squeak of pleasure. 

And with some surprise, he lifted his feeble little paw to her cheek. As though brushing his hand against something sacred and beautiful.