Lion Head Mesa Myrtle

attention: @Taliba

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“More lilies, perhaps,” she scrutinizes her bedroom which had been stylishly transformed into a makeshift fort, lips pursing. “What do you think, Belen?”

The princess would readily own how she missed @Charmion’s presence, but he would be tucked away for days still, gleaning from old texts and the priests in their temple complex. Besides, she hardly knew the servant @Silvertongue, and saw an opportunity to acquaint them. She was much more apt to organize a slumber party, anyway!

And hadn’t she seen the lovely rain-colored servant at the side of her fellahin on more than one occasion? Neith’s eyes slide over to the woman before she sighs, dramatically collapsing into butterflies upon the rivulets of plush bed furs that had been meticulously laid out for the occasion.

“I’m a little nervous!” The girl confesses, “I’ve never had a sleepover before. What sorts of topics shall we discuss?”

there was a quiet horror growing in silvertongue: an assumption that she had stepped into a watercolor portrait supported by nothing. rote, pretty smile on her face as the royal girl fell across her fine bedding. it was belen who plucked up lillies and laid them where the princess indicated, belen who laughed and said, "you talk about boys, amiirad!" and all the while silvertongue curled inside the roof of her mind and trembled. where was she? and where was ramesses? satsu? she concentrated on elegant breaths.