Lion Head Mesa A Felicidade

she would like to meet his father, she thought. he had crafted for her so perfect a man—that was now her husband!—that she wondered where his faults might lie. as a father, she could imagine none. not as she watched her husband dote upon their brood! she found herself praying for the man, wishing him prosperity and a long life. as a King, though, as Rashepses described him… well, her husband was all that his own father lacked. Toula recounted all the mornings they two laughed together, and the nights, and the noons. but perhaps any humor had died with his wife—Toula could scarcely imagine finding joy in anything, should she lose Rashepses. her paws move to hold his own, gazing intently into his own golden eyes. 
not for a moment did Toula forget he had lost his mother. and she remembered, too, the palpable fear the day she had brought their four godlings earthside. she adjusted the way in which she lay, so that she might look to him, and touch him—her paw gently traced over his as he continued to tell his story, comforting, but deeply invested in his story as he shared it. 
Toula beamed by the end of it, and having not heard the laugh of his father before the rich and full sound of her husbands came to mind. even the thought of that sparked joy in her, that she laughed softly then. somehow, I find myself unsurprised that it is your name day that invoked so much joy in him, Toula admitted to him, pressing her nose to his cheek gently. it is a good lesson, she hummed, believing it—after all, she practiced it! she took heed of those she most trusted, and considered each thing that they said. 
his next words caused her to say, after a moment of thinking, should we invite him here, to meet our little Gods? do you wish for him to be involved?—Toula would see to it that the offer was extended! their cubs also stood to inherit Ta-senet… from desert to the riverlands could they come to claim! did he desire this for them? Toula would grant him his every dream, and rather than make it her own, she would share in this dream with him. 
her fondest memory! ah! there are so many, …hm, let me think, her gaze becomes distant as she moves through time in memories, leaning once more against her husband, comforted by his preening.