Lion Head Mesa A Felicidade

“What waylays our punctual prince?” Between bites of fleshy fowl, Semer-wati grunted to his wife. Surely the man had been allotted considerable time to tend to his hemet and newborn child, and now he must return to Akashingo to resume his charge as Erpa-ha.

“Perhaps hem @Akhtar shall lead the Birth Rites,” he continued, an idea posed for @Toula while he tongued the sinews between teeth. Finishing the meal, a hand swept for his dark prince, drawing the cub upon two obsidian arms to press a tender nose against the fearsome crown.

“All the world shall know your name, @Khaemwaset,”  he promised his son.