Lion Head Mesa royal fledgling

for dramatics id love to have sen give each pup their own prayer :D

a prince to match rashepses stepped to confront the high priest. as a hallowed vessel for the gods themselves, senmut did not have to recognize the influence of a mere infant.

and yet his sense of hubris and obligation would not allow the red prince to disregard the child. this was no mortal youth, after all; these four bore the ancient blood of two preserved lineages.

low before the boy he bowed.

den, intended next pharaoh of akashingo.

his voice rose in soft chanting as rashepses proclaimed; he lay the old Seal at the noble feet of the boy.

Den, senmut echoed.

Nebtawy

Sobeksetep

the heart's-blood, steaming; he reached out in sober quiet to paint den's forehead with their mark of Amun, "He Who Gives First the Spark sees this firstborn son of pharaoh and Semer-wati and Breathes upon den's soul."

fragrant reek of horse-life in the air, reminding him sharply of makono and her abrupt absence from this dynasty that had once been hers to begin.