Lion Head Mesa radiance of heaven ☥

at a month's age, khaemwaset had become ever more imperious. he did not shy from a retinue of watchful mazoi and fawning fellahin — he expected an entourage.

all eyes had been upon him since he had drawn first breath, and this pleased the little prince very much.

while he did scramble, round-bellied and still unsteady, after his sisters and brother, he had lately been seen adopting a slower gait, a meandering pace. and after lustily gorging himself that afternoon, the boy found himself energetic, toddling out into the red halls.

hehe couldn’t resist

his mother was with him. he seemed to enjoy company, and enjoyed the adoring eyes of the fellahin upon him. she herself enjoyed his adoring eyes, which were softest when upon his family now. there was a clever gleam in them she could never forget, and she smiled to think of her father as she watched him move. might this be a young Ramesses? she had never thought to imagine him so young! 
the Pharaoh moved slowly with him through the red hall, grander than any whelping site with more room for her young to move. her own movements were inherent, but also learned—she had watched her father very closely. it was perhaps how she knew him to be within the young Khaemwaset, awakening! 
an imperious gesture to one fellahin brought forth new furs to languish upon. Toula did just this, soft eyes finding another fellahin who happily moved to fan them. the days were still warm!

yay! :D

everyone bowed to mother. everyone bowed to father.

everyone bowed to him.

in their bent heads he found his place: standing atop them.

it was too hot to recline with his mother, and too restless for him to retire to his own rest. khaemwaset padded here and there, boredly batting a very precious seastone across the floor as if it were nothing.

she observed him. gemstone gaze watched each move, each precious breath. as he moves to bat away the sea stone, she rises—another lesson is due, it seems. he was young and learning, and likely did not know the difference between what was precious, what was not—nothing was a rarity for them. they were surrounded by riches. and so a bauble could be the same thing as any old pebble to them.
Toula is gentle as she picks it up between her teeth. she drifts again to her furs, and places it down between her forelegs as she reclines to into a sphinxlike position. Khaemwaset, she summons him with a smile, do you know what this is? she inquired, pointing to the very thing he had swept aside with her muzzle.