Lion Head Mesa they feed on temple grain ☥

In the blink of an eye stands her brother again. The one who holds her when she is frightened and conjures magnificent spectacles just to hear her laugh.

But now Neith has seen. The infant Goddess peering into something ancient. With reverence, and listening fear, the garnet eyes wide and naive upon that which perhaps she was never meant to witness.

And in her small body she is conscious of an awakened command, sharp like cold winds, waiting fiercely for him to repossess–

Unbelief has not a space within her to breathe, with no glances astern the amiirad flees from the two thrones, from Khaem, to barricade herself in her room.