Lion Head Mesa duniya ke sapane

toula veritably glowed at her sisters laughter. the joy spread onto the planes of her face, and reached a happily swaying tail. she did not think it would be, though she had her own bias toward home. toula had an adventurers spirit, but for now it was sated by stories. and makono with the rest had plenty to tell! but she adored these times with her most beloved sister, too, beyond the stories.
plebian. not fellahin, but were they obedient nonetheless if they were below the soldiers? and, plebian, toula repeated, tasting the exoticness of it and delighting in it as she might a fruit. so different sounding a word it is! she breathed, thinking on that for a moment. and then, looking to makono, do you know what it means? she wondered. did it have a meaning? well, it must--for fellahin, attributed to a slave, did! they were peasants.
the comely child then asked, what was your favorite part of mero? as she primly stepped over a stone that someday, would hardly be an obstacle to her! the fellahin noted the next one, and moved it out of her path.