Lion Head Mesa tinwork

treva did not wish to speak about how much she adored the gift. it was gorgeous. it was stunning, of course, she expected nothing less when a gift came straight from the pharoah.

she wanted to wear it.

she wanted to wrap the babes in it.

it's beautiful, she finally whispered softly, a loose thought that would fall deaf on the babies' ears. it was these physical moments of proof that she truly wondered if this was her life now. mink pelts, princess and princes, royal airs. if she thought too long she might grow dizzy.

regardless, tavina said something far more interesting.

do you think you'll ever want to raise your own?

she smiled warmly as toula seemed keen to lose balance in favor of the new item in the room.