Lion Head Mesa Tiger lily

"mother and daddy are gods. and they are like the gods," khaemwaset said quietly, watching as one of the downfeathers floated upon the pristine surface of their sacred waters. "maybe they do not see us when they look at us."

but neith was right, and khaemwaset wished to give this a moment's thought as to why. he sent the feather gently pirating toward her on a small swell of crystalline waves.

"daddy wants us to be different," the amiir asserted at last, kohled eyes finding that of his sister. "but den looks at you as he looks at no one else. not even mother," khaemwaset claimed, wondering if neith would find scandal in such words. he would find that enjoyable, a secret embellished until she was happy again.