Lion Head Mesa Nefrew

She was his.

Inexorably, she felt it. Even when her mind could not much form thoughts beyond this pure intimacy. Her earth was bright with him. Den dispelled darkness, awakening inside her something like a match poised to strike.

The Gods in their omniscience knew this was power. But the girl child did not. Her writhing is playfully and giddy, showing her porcelain teeth to her lion brother, arms finding their way around his neck. Charmed, protected; loved.