Lion Head Mesa electrum

toula was happily whisked away, her joy especially evident as she learnt whom had summoned her. she was always so thrilled and happy to be in the company of her father, who she would listen to endlessly. toula had begun to absorb so many lessons, and her favored times were when she was able to share with him what she had learned. even better when she could listen to him; her father had so many lessons to provide himself! 
when she saw him, it was clear that the young toula had at last learned restraint to not leap and bound into his arms.  the desire to was there, but well-leashed. still toula’s education in hiding such was incomplete. though she was as still as untouched water, the amiirad was an otherwise open book as she beamed at the languishing pharaoh. the young princess greeted him with a warm, perfectly enunciated hello, father, with a warm gaze. she would wait to approach him this day, until he asked. that she wished to be nearer to him, at least, was not so obvious!