Lion Head Mesa w’peh

toula did not wish to change her ba. nor her ka. but she considered, and then asked (not to conspire but to understand), with my own ba, and my own ka, as it is... i cannot become pharaoh, like my father? her head tilted. it was said aloud to be better understand as much as it was to get an answer. let it be remembered that toula had only just begun to learn the distinction between man and woman; that she herself was born different than her brother. up until recently, they had been one and the same in appearance (as far as she understood it). but upon playing, they had discovered (innocently, and perhaps to her mothers horror) that toula was missing an appendage.
except she was not. she was simply born a girl!
she breathed. i would only like to do right by our Gods. i love Them, she shared happily. they were a part of her life for as long as she could recall. and she had been singing to them before she could even speak! Ra had, unwittingly, been her very first word.
if not for mother and father, Iset might as well have been the second!
toula nodded to the hem. alright, yes, that is a grand idea... i will, she decided, but firstly, ...do you know of any hymns for Her? asked gently, while blinking politely up at him.