Lion Head Mesa radiance of heaven ☥

she observed him. gemstone gaze watched each move, each precious breath. as he moves to bat away the sea stone, she rises—another lesson is due, it seems. he was young and learning, and likely did not know the difference between what was precious, what was not—nothing was a rarity for them. they were surrounded by riches. and so a bauble could be the same thing as any old pebble to them.
Toula is gentle as she picks it up between her teeth. she drifts again to her furs, and places it down between her forelegs as she reclines to into a sphinxlike position. Khaemwaset, she summons him with a smile, do you know what this is? she inquired, pointing to the very thing he had swept aside with her muzzle.