Lion Head Mesa Ogre Daughters

We're in your room. Not that Taliba knew the name of the room's occupant. Nor would Taliba admit that she was not supposed to play in these hallways. Not readily. Taliba instead focused on the older girl's explanation of the pigment. Her little neck craning to see it better without closing the distance between them.

Make-up. It was a funny string of words. The girl knew how 'to make' something and she understand what 'up' was. Put them together and you get the powdery colors?

Is there something important today? Taliba's heart quickens. Was there somewhere she was supposed to be? Would her father be looking for her? She focused on the nebet. If she was supposed to be somewhere, perhaps they'd be going to the same place. Her ears pique at the invitation to try on the make-up. Eyes set upon the older girl. Would Taliba look pretty like her with the make-up?

Tentatively, Taliba closed the gap. Coming to sit besides Racharra, Taliba nodded shyly.

I would. She looked between Racharra and the pigments, adding quickly, Please.