Lion Head Mesa Lotus

Neith lavished the attention, taking to it naturally with a thrilled loll of her small pink tongue, batting at servants’ tails and making a game of weaving between their impossibly tall legs. Glomping onto the passing feet of a mazoi, the girl rabbit-kicked his toes with a herculean punt of her hinds.

They were all so different! Nothing like the serene elegance of mommy and papa and her siblings who she was accustomed to, aside from Auntie Tavina. But each one became enraptured in her presence, bowing their heads and muttering on their knees, showering her with sweet words she recognized only the tone of. And so the golden princess became even more captivated, wheedling for her sister’s presence as she wriggled further through the crowd of mortals.