Firefly Glen [PHE] Desert senna

She wheels, startled, the wide ruby irises landing upon a boy of a similar color. It’s the first thing she notices, and enough to render the princess atypically wordless. Though he is not so much older, he is much, much taller, and Neith is suddenly shy over the seclusion of her prayer.

“Yes!” Is quickly insisted, roseate eyes blinking fast.

It was here the amiirad wished for her mother’s eternal optimism, but she could not keep shades of grey concern from leaking into her otherwise sunny appearance. “Well, no… that’s a lie.”

It’s a solemn admission Neith believed she should not comment further on for the discretion of her parents’ kingdoms. But what she was feeling was momentarily distracted by the redwood boy with the emerald stare.

“I’m Merneith,” the princess introduces, a flick of her golden tail offered in cordial greeting.