Lion Head Mesa Amaryllis

So… perhaps she had never been in love. Perhaps she had only felt quite jilted in the new rush about the palace that had her loved ones occupied as of late.

But still!

She was an instrument of yearning, flowing with a ravenous desire for fulfillment she did not understand, craving affections.

“Mother— I’m dying!” The girl cries, flinging herself into @Toula’s stone room and collapsing dramatically over her parents’ bedfurs.