Lion Head Mesa Nefrew

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Love was a word lavished about in their home. Momma loves you. Dada loves you. Brother and sister love you.

So fiercely the girl loved each of them in turn, within every embrace finding the nicest, warmest feelings of security and eternal endearment.

But from the moment her infantile eyes had opened upon Den, the attachment with him was markedly different;  a devotion that seldom took her from his side, happiest she was in his nearness. Little Neith made it her post to see her brother was rarely left wanting in affection, adapting thoroughly to the role of annoying little sister.

In the light he shown as molten gold, filling their family’s room with his beauty; a living God. His sister takes careful steps towards his warmth, her tiny chest rising and falling with the softest coos.