Lion Head Mesa The ballads of life

Merneith was awake from her nap.

Mama had nursed them, and though she’d wanted to tussle with her brothers after, she instead foundered into a deep and leisurely sleep. She was unlikely to rise from suckling anytime soon, and wouldn’t have, if it were not for an sudden spattering of dust and a pervasive tick spiraling through the passage of an ear.

She awoke with a start! Glancing to see it was not some beautiful thing like the emerald scarabs which flew in from the high palace casements from time-to-time. This mottled brown insect was deemed an ugly nuisance, and so the little amiirad paraded herself through the palace with the winged creature dangling on display for all to see, and to admire her hunter's abilities. 

As if on queue, she rounds a corner, tail wagging fervently as soon as her eyes make contact with the nebet. She props herself up on back legs, paddling the air with her front paws as if to say: look what I've found!