Lion Head Mesa w’peh

toula nodded her head, quiet as she had listened. whenever her father would allow, she would take her morning prayers with him; otherwise, she would now come to follow senmut faithfully. it would never be said that toula was not a devout girl.
and as senmut again retold one her favored stories, she listened all the more. her questions once more came in three: did Set desire the power of Osiris? she started, pausing a moment for senmut to digest the question and leaving more room for him to respond, and then asked, where was Wepwawet, to protect Osiris? and lastly, ...was what my sister did for Wepwawet? and then, for their father? there had been much of it then, that fine red color. deep and rich and seemingly endless... until the thing did, at last, stop in its bleeding.
toula preened to be called divine; she sat a little taller, if it were a tall possible! are there ways to improve upon such thingses? for just as she wished to  please her mother and her father, her tutors with them... toula wished to please the gods. her fluency was near perfect, but at twelve weeks there were still some small lapses. in any event, she wished to do such not for Their magicks or for Their powers or for the boons they might bestow her, but because as someone who was divine, she felt it important to worship in turn! to embrace this, to embrace who she and her family were.