Lion Head Mesa In the shifting sea of starlings

toula was thrilled to be here. there was singing, and some dancing. toula would participate in that merriment as allowed, joy personified. any song, she would raise her voice to. any dance, she would seek to do the same. not in the slightest bit practiced in either art, one could observe that at least she had an ear for the former, and the spirit for the latter. she could match pitch, given she was practiced at mimicking the noises of her mother and tavina. as for the dancing, well, it was easy for her to pick up the steps and remember. she was not sure-footed yet, but at least she did not fall!
the princess seemed tireless this day. her eyes were bright, and they alighted upon jakoul as she returned to @Treva and the pharaoh. familiar now, as she had been her escort to start, toula yipped pleasantly. there was much noise, though, and jakoul might easily miss her soft greeting.