Lion Head Mesa Time

“Hi sir lord!” She greets the very tall man with a flutter of paw, gazing up at his looooong legs from her very low vantage point upside down on the floor.

Out pops another playmate! A girl! Not only does she have the biggest, brightest eyes just like Khaem and Papa, but her nose is wet and tickley all over! The amiirad ceases her pushing to shimmy, pairing each prod of snout with a high-pitched laugh.

To the question she purses her tiny lips, brow heavy in deep thought for all of three seconds. “Ah! Ummm... is me! Hi!” Her head falls to one side, pink tongue lolling out onto the stone, “Name?”

Eventually the boy propels off and Neith scrambles up to wobbling limbs, adopting a wide-legged stance in poor imitation of her father. She slides around on the stone, nipping at the boy’s cheeks, batting the girl’s tail and weaving all through tall lord sir’s stilty legs.

“Em, Eebra? What’s mean, kill?” her head cocks curiously between attacks.