Lion Head Mesa waking dream

oh, I love that idea! she thrills at their ideas, and her voice is elation given sound. Toula’s own tail fanned steadily behind her, her smile bright and full. my very own scent, yes, a brilliant idea. how I love you each, and your minds! Toula could not help but share—she felt fit to burst with all of the love for them in her heart! her dearest friends stood before her, not merely fellahin to her. they served her brilliantly, and she only hope she served them well in turn. 
I hope for both love and passion, now—perhaps more than a Queen should. but I also want what is best for Akashingo. I invite your guidance, when such a time for the choice is to be made, she breathes, looking to them each—
she observes Inji in particular as she moves, and then Toula steps toward her. are you alright? she asks, able to heal perfectly well. the power of Iset, she believed, brought to life in her by Tavina. Toula moves to touch her, but pauses to ask, may I? before doing so—wanting to feel her head the same way Inji had.