Lion Head Mesa royal fledgling

vague baby name starter! backdated, flexible, can be a quick one! <3 @Toula @Rashepses, plz tag puppies as u will!

hem arrived in his usual quieter state, directed to the throne-room where he had once seen ramesses sit.

and once makono too had occupied these halls.

the servants offered him drink, which senmut took up. he had brought the seal of the Apis, reminded of another ceremony, horseblood staining the lintels of a wedding.

by now the golden blossoms had become quite delicate, but they would shine once more upon the faces of yet another generation.

four perfect beings, positioned before herself and her husband. she herself sat proudly behind them, alongside her beloved, her eyes bright with the joy her family brought her, and with her eagerness for this occasion. she could not help but try to think back—could she remember sitting before the then Hem as a girl for this very thing? so many times she had sat poised before and eventually beside her mother and father while they both lived, learning,
she did not know it would all be for something quite so grand as this!
Toula, in those days, never imagined that this day for herself would be as it was now. no—she had imagined herself wed to a Sphinx of some other kingdom, aiding her father and then, when he had passed, aiding @Makono with the alliance. the cubs would come to be named, as she would never give the divine part of Herself up and would, in turn, share it with her young. and when she returned here, the reunion with her fiercest sister would be sweet. young would crowd both of their feet, the children of Pharaoh and Godswife—
Makono! a fierce pang of longing tore through her. they would visit her pyramid after this, she decided. Makono would know them even still. 
and now it was she herself bearing the sigil of Pharaoh, and her own young that would someday inherent the lands she and Rashepses would lay claim to. she had always known the Hem would be present this day, presiding over the rite, but not that she would be sitting upon the Horus Throne! the Gods worked in mysterious ways—it was undoubtedly Them that orchestrated this all. the pain of the losses endured lingered, but it was softened with the knowledge that death was not the end. that they might be looking upon them now! more than ever, Toula felt her father.
how strange, that these ends brought the most brilliant of beginnings! Toula had ushered in an era of peace, of prosperity—she had continued her fathers great work of expanding trade. in every reign there was some turmoil—heretics, attacking her Hem and striking down a Hemet. oh, @Melody! Rashepses would see to it that his army was rebuilt, see to it that no hand could rise against them without the consequence of losing it!  and their children… 
what had her father hoped and dreamed for her? as she looked upon @Den and @Neith and @Khaemwaset and @Satakhetem the Pharaoh prayed for peace and happiness and love in their hearts to accompany the grand and great things they were each meant for. that she herself, with her husband, would ever be able to bear witness to such. what things had her brothers @Siptah and @Sethnakht accomplished? ah, they were too far away! Toula thought on them with love in her heart, but hoped her own children would never go so far away! 
she traveled both back in time and to days that did not text exist in the span of seconds. Toula had instructed her young that the Hem would guide them, and to listen to him this day!

this was senmut, erpa-ha, high priest, yes, yes, yes. khaemwaset knew himself the sounds, the titles. but he did not know this man, and so when divine mother brought he and his siblings here before those green eyes, khaemwaset was wrought with anger.

mother had said to listen.

khaemwaset said to bow, bristling before the priest; he aggressively parted himself from their gilt numbers and stood demanding obeisance with silent, unshaking eyes limned in grandfather's kohl.

satakhetem sat between her siblings, and before her mother, and before this man she had seen and smelled in the halls but did not know.

he carried something with him and she was immediately curious of it; but she was nervous too, and found comfort by leaning against khaemwaset.

she wanted to look back to her mother; her mother who was always laughing or smiling, or kissing with father, and seemed unbothered by all the world, and untouchable. she wanted herself to be untouchable too — was that why they had come here?

was that a gift this man would provide?

so many questions!

They had been gathered for something important. And while Khaemwaset made a show of himself - angry and bristling and bold - his crocodilian brother sat watching beside Neith. The piercing of Den's eyes traced each individual dark hair on his brother. The way that Khaemwaset was so forward with himself was equal parts embarrassing and admirable. The young prince could not decide which feeling weighed more. 

A soft touch of Den's snout was pressed to the back of Neith's ear. A kiss for his most beloved companion. 

But his eyes remained glued on the wrathful figure of Khaemwaset. Amusement curled the edge of his dark lips.

The princess’ feet move in graceful diffidence. Mother’s essence dwells here, preserved in the ancient reliefs and gilded coptics, most predominantly in the sharp soar of two vacant seats. Neith’s eyes raise in wonder, enthralled as much by the thrones of crimson stone as she is momma’s shimmering resplendence within the open-air barrazza.

In the center of the room is a red man the girl has not yet met, but whose movements are natively deliberate. She lingers to watch the unveiling of gold-kissed blooms upon a field of white, feeling the blood in her veins prime in answer.

Tucking with her siblings beside momma, Neith beams at Den, the delight unadulterated beneath his adoring kisses. She looks fully into his nile eyes, then at the shadowy faces of her brother and sister, burning with a sagacious knowingness that this is all for them.