Luneshale Pass just an appendage

The Queen's praise spreads warmth to the darkest places within Zaahira. She is proud. She has done well.
Sekhmet smiles upon them.
A heavy pause before wistful eyes reach for the seashine of Toula's own, that wondrous gaze held between rings of kohl the warrior had grown to adore so deeply. She will show us the way. She will guide us. and Zaahira thought to hold it close, that hope, that prayer. The coronation nigh, now that the Queen made her arrival to these southern lands, and fear still clung to her chest.
Politics. Jargon. None of it mattered here, none of it mattered now. The tangerine eyes shimmer. I am so glad to be with you again.