Lion Head Mesa The ballads of life

Momma warmed her crown up with kisses and Neith tucked herself close. Even on cold nights, when it was raining or storming, the sun shone when Momma beamed her maternal smile. She lifted her head and stared up in her face, and for the rest of her days Neith would remember how lovely she looked and how sweet it was to be held by her.

The woman bowed, of course, everyone bowed to them! Neith did not truly know why, only that she and her family were something special.

“Fren!” The amiirad swung her paw up high in the air towards the new woman, tail a giddy beat on Toula’s belly. “New fren!” Excitement made her blue eyes sparkle as she eagerly sought her mother’s approval.