Lion Head Mesa ankh

there had always been two of him. from the womb to their first breath and eventually their last. even before he could see the infant knew his mirror reflection, always beside him. she would sleep, and eat, just as he did. would cry for their life-giver, just as he did. her name was Toula and she was perfection. 

now he could see her and despite his mind being too small to comprehend the feeling, Sethnakht marveled at how he would already do anything for this mirrored soul. his vision may be fuzzy, but his hearing had grown well over the weeks. his Toula called for him, so he must heed her cry. 

struggling forward on fat, stumped legs, the prince finally reached his womb-mate. it had not been a far distance, as they were always together. he did not know it yet, but life would not always have it so. one day he would have to say goodbye to this perfect child, but not now, and not today. "toou!" his feeble reply as he tried, rather failingly, to make their noses connect.