Lion Head Mesa tinwork

tavina's face would by now be a common fixture above their cradle, and then now as they began to walk and vocalize.

"lady @Treva," she greeted, pulling a length of purest white mink from her shoulders. "a gift from pharaoh." wide enough to be used as a covering or smaller blanket, it was taken from thin summer fur which had simply not shifted with the season. 

the sesh turned now to little @Sethnakht and baby @Toula, crooning over them. "i never envisioned myself with children of my own," she commented idly, "and now i have helped to raise three sets of them." in one year!