Lion Head Mesa borderline,

  attn @Sokha

the young princess had finished with many of her lessons today, though did have a few more. in between them, though, when she had time to spare, she sent the fellahin to summon the hemet to her. toula had too little time to spare between these lessons to search herself, and so while the amiirad waited, she remained ever productive and prayed to Iset.

Iset, giver of life, residing in the Sacred Mound, Satis, Lady of Biggeh:
She is the one who pours out the Inundation
That makes all people live and green plants grow,
Who provides divine offerings for the gods,
And invocation-offerings for the Transfigured Ones...

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her gentle voice was strongest when she sang her hymns. and there was no disputing the sweetness of it, which her youth granted her. her voice was an unwavering thing, and the control of her own breath had grown where she did not gasp for it now. the sound of it was clear as a bell where she had elected to practice, the curved walls of the room making the sound all the more hallowed, somehow. one mazoi stood near to protect young toula, her eyes closed while she gave all of herself to the song.
toula felt surrounded by warmth, as though Iset herself cradled her, present, listening! toula continued, still alone but for the mazoi and fellahin then... though surely able to be heard, should the hemet be approaching.

Because she is the Lady of Heaven,
Her man is the Lord of the Netherworld,
Her son is Lord of the Land,
Her man is the pure water, rejuvenating himself in Biggeh in his time...

her voice lifted and swelled with the emotion she felt! toula was devout, and happiest to sing to Her, the goddess  she felt closest to.