Lion Head Mesa Eien ni Tomodachi

They were pale, gilded, perfect things. Tiny porcelain recreations of her own mother, of Ramesses too, with a lovely toasted edge to their round little backs, curled leaf-like ears. Satsu looked at them as if dreaming.

Tavina sounded awed; pleased by the sight of a boy more than anything, which bothered Satsu, but the queen was tired in a full-body way and remained watchful of the three. They were loved- so, so loved.

I must sleep, she sighed with sadness, not wanting to give up a single moment with them. They are perfect. Ramesses, he should see them. Him. Name our boy. She would dream of the girls through the morning and wake with their names, of this Satsu was certain.