Lion Head Mesa winged sun

toula went with her mother, her brother, tavina, and the rest. there were different faces, but she kept close to her mirror image, the two then indistinguishable. curious though she was, the newness of everything kept her at heel. she peeked out from her mothers tall legs the first day, so many of these scents ones she knew. one stood out amongst the rest, but her nose was not yet sharp enough to find who was at its source.
this day felt different than all the rest. as ever, she mimicked her mother, carrying flowers for the queen that had departed this plane. more because her mother looked lovely doing this, as did tavina, than for any other reason. when her father began to sing, someone took hold of her flowers for her; she was overcome, and her little voice copied the melody. now and then, there would be a word she liked, that she would sing the tail end of, like, aaa, for ra, and iss, for kiss... neither words that she knew, or could identify.
when given back her flower, she looked to her mother and tavina again. soon, they placed it down; she did the same. but then she saw her mothers tears, and toula let out a little whimper. the smell... the smell was sweet, but then there was the smell of sadness. toula was sad, too, because her mother seemed so aggrieved. before she could move to comfort her mother, as her mother comforted her, she swept away; she looked up to tavina, her shepherd in that time, and her brother.
her kind, encouraging eyes were a balm, but they too seemed limned with what was in the air. and so toula toddled toward her, another whimper sounding as she pressed her nose against the sesh. she looked for her brother, too, a great need for him to be beside her as well. in all things still, they were together.

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they were soon moving again. there was still that heaviness in the air, but young toula became enraptured by the place they arrived to. her own spirits lifted; she was a young girl, enchanted by the beauty of this place as she was all things beautiful. and now, where she stood, she had a better view of all of the faces among them!
toula, well-groomed, looked upon the audience with love for them all in her eyes. her people! she was then as devoted to them as she was the scents she knew best in her heart. toula was introduced, not that she knew it, though the imperial tilt of her own chin might deceive others to thinking so unwittingly.
the truth of it was that toula did not yet understand she was toula. she was everything, every word, as far as she could tell. she could not be summoned by name yet, but her attention was easy to snare.
her gaze landed on makono, who toula thought was very pretty, and her sister, who was also lovely, in a different way. it lingered upon siptah, who was  somehow very  beautiful  to toula, but before  her gaze could turn to another face, the smell of something distracted her.
oh, but, that scent she knew... it was close, and toula's nose hovered against the earth before she saw the great paws of ramesses. he, the most splendid of all next to her mother. love made the heart see others differently. but she did  love him, and her eyes grew wide to see him. giftbringer! her tail waved as she looked to him. and  then more scents,  more noise. toula felt very merry, and beamed up  at  the man who could summon so much joy with but a sound.
she would like to learn such a sound.