Lion Head Mesa reed & knife

a rich voice she's heard since birth, recognizable from the way they send tremors through the mesa. even when the fellahin has been away from him for so long, tending to fiya and sheltered from the war, tiye knew exactly who and where he was.

baba! tiye dropped everything she was doing to sprint through the caverns of the red palace, her nails clicking against the solid rock of the palace floors, sliding to a halt once the tall figure of her father entered her peripherals. he was beaten and battered. fiya really did take to him the most. as even when so much had been taken from them, they both always stood so tall.

even at nine months, the gap between her and khusobek was a canyon's worth. but that allowed her to bury herself in the warmth of his ruff and sob, relieaved to be reunited with the father she lost sleep over.