Lion Head Mesa w’peh

she beamed beneath his praise, lighting up from within as though the rays of Ra existed within her. in that moment, they might have! toula felt the warmth of Him in her heart, and such felt right. how do we pray to Wepwawet? she asked only once he had finished, wanting to be sure to do so... both so that her father might remain safe, and their Gods! may he always be blessed, even when he did not know it.
toula seemed to hold her breath as he brought up the story of Osiris. in toula, Iset already had the most devoted of worshipers. would you tell me again the story? she asked, not due to her not knowing, but because it felt important now somehow to hear it again. though sweet, and soft, toula was not an unperceptive girl. but it could just as well be because toula adored Iset, and if there were opportunities to hear of her—even in a retelling—she would take it.
but she thought to Set. was he a Creator, or a Destroyer, then? truly, toula sought clarity in what she thought she knew.
ka, he had said. ka, she repeated now, uncertainty only apparent in the way she looked to him with a furrowed brow. this was not yet a thing she had been taught directly. she knew of the word, but now... it was time to understand the meaning.