Lion Head Mesa brother-blood

the world grew larger for her children! and Toula delighted in the continued passing of days as more and more became apparent about these young Gods, becoming themselves. now, they began to emerge from the den—Toula delighted in bringing them toward Ra’s light to greet the day with them. they were cleansed and purified, pampered and adored. she would explain to them, each morning, a Hem and a Hemet go to the Rock of Ra atop the mesa, where His temple sits. to prepare, they too must be cleansed so that they are pure when they greet Him. then things are placed that would please Him—things He might like to see, or smell, or taste, she looks to each face and finds them rapt, even if they could not yet understand! ah, could they even hear yet?! Toula always spoke to them as though they could. and once this is done, before they can approach Him, they must break the protective seals that surround Him! and then they must cleanse Him, and dress Him, and provide offerings such as food and drink. they sing to Him until the sun drenches His monument entire, and then when they depart, they erase all impurities—no paw print is left behind, 
mornings often included lessons such as these, and she felt it brought her closer to them—and to the listening Gods that leaned in to listen as she spoke of Them.
this evening, Toula was of the mind that she might visit Iset and tell Her of Her grandchildren. looking over her young, she saw her dark daughter slinking around the mouth of the den—a little further than usual, but not so far that Toula worried—and marveled for a moment. they were still so small, but they had grown! she thought again on how big the world must feel around them! Toula, looking to her other three, smiled—they were but a month old now. when they did not sleep they played or else listened to her stories, or the stories of their father. life was sweet! 
her thought, though, was disrupted by a splash. she and the fellahin rose—though the water alongside this space was not deep enough to swim within (only reaching to just above her own ankles), with her cubs clumsiness they surely could face discomfort from it should they fall! but that was not it—the Amiirad was dry, but for one paw. 
Toula settles alongside her little princess, who looked over her shoulder. she, too, looked over her own shoulder—but for a passing fellahin collecting flower petals to scatter into the rippling shallows, there was nothing there. Toula placed one golden paw into the waters, causing the ripples to grow. the fading light of dusk flickered in and out from the natural made skylight far up above, out of anyones reach. the room was tall, and grand—for her children, it had to be! 
see how one little action can change so very much? Toula peered down to her daughter, smiling—of course it would be her, to first learn this. her little worldchanger.