Lion Head Mesa the one triangle that goes through four separate phases,

hoping for mama @Treva -- backdated before the wedding, if that is okay! hoping for some advisor coaching for the wp's to come <3

although none should be put above pharaoh, in her heart he had only one equal. the shabti to-be shared an equal part of her heart, and toula aspired after the woman, albeit not out of ambition. toula wanted to make her mother and father both proud. their smiles made her wealthy--she considered herself rich when given an abundance of them.
toula knew a great and wonderful day was to come. the joy was a contagious thing, and toula carried it in her. she sought her mother out now, escorted as ever by an entourage of fellahin who brought her from lesson to lesson. but seeing this part of her heart could wait no longer. @Treva would no doubt hear her (then) conspicuous daughter coming, muffled giggling heard 'round a jewel her teeth gently held. the fellahin had insisted they do this work for her, but this jewel meant something to toula, and she had prayed over it. it was hers to deliver, and hers alone.

she heard something, laughter and giggles. belonging none other than to her daughter. she kissed sethnakht upon his crown as he departed for his own lessons. prepared to welcome her other child home with open arms.

and as such, she wasted no time in moving to scoop her up into her chest.

my little toula, she cooed. love and adoration!

she had never imagined herself softening, with children and a soon-to-be-wedded husband.

toula nearly ruined it all, then--her enthusiasm almost became an unbound thing, that would have cost the girl her mothers gift. it would have been useful for the fellahin to have carried it for this reason too! they had so many purposes, her mind worked out. but toula was able to maintain herself, and placed the little satchel down that she had done her best to make pretty for her mother. the gift was covered by brambles, berries attached to them... and a small sliver of the thin, pristine fur of a white hare.
she had help; the fellahin were enlisted for some aspects of this. it kept it together for this long... but as she placed it to the earth, it all came apart. and there, within it, was the jewel of herself and her mother. i have prayed to Iset, to keep you protected. to watch over you and look after us, always, she breathed, i have done so for many days, and many nights,  over this stone, where i first saw your power. and it is this that they have been spoken into, as well as Her all hearing ears...  she blinked up at her mother. she had practiced this speech for her mother, too. but she was so happy for her mother, and her mother looked so radiant to her, that tears pricked her eyes and she found she could not finish then!

she would never utter favorites.

but toula captured her heart time and time again. growing and leaps in bounds. she had no issues with tending to sethnakht, helping his growth at his own pace.

yet toula...blossomed. time and time again. each sunrise and sunset.

tears soft in her eyes but it was not sadness! her heart simply could not hold it all in. she could not even speak! quickly she sought to pull her daughter close to her chest. hugging her, fussing over hairs on her crown.