Lion Head Mesa they feed on temple grain ☥

someone had already been within her rooms, gilding them with petals. even as neith reached for him, a great jealousy poured through the veins of the obsidian prince.

"hello, sister," he greeted, attempting to remain upright and proud as their divine parentage.

he began to twirl with her beneath the downfall of fluttering petals. "you laugh again. good."

for her. for him. for them all, that the joy of princess neith be heard once more in the halls of akashingo.