Lion Head Mesa dreams of the world

tavina oft brought with her lovely things that enchanted the young toula. they were a grand distraction, and had done well to keep her and her most-adored mirror image occupied. all that she knew to desire, toula had. she was truly happy. what more could there be to life than this?
nothing, surely. lavished as she was, and loved, toula thought this the right answer.
but the day prior, as tavina had entered, the light from beyond danced around her and the dust motes spun in pretty circles that for the first time caused her gaze not to follow the sesh to where she moved to. toula saw, then, that there was something uncharted. 
that night, she dreamt of the light. it was warm, as her mother and her brother were. so when she woke, toula rose. she was steadier on her feet, now, but slow in her uncertainty. toula let out a little mewl that @treva always answered, with a reassuring touch or a kiss. toula did not go into the great beyond, not yet... she settled near the entrance, but made no move to go outside.
she remembered firstlight. it brought her into this world, and her brother too. it had been good, to go toward it, but it had brought a momentous change. and this light brought goodly things, like tavina and her gifts. toula did not know fear, only a great and mounting curiosity.