Lion Head Mesa electrum

toula sat in contemplative silence. maegi had, at first, not been kind to her father. but then her father said he too had not been kind to her. somehow, in the end, they two had come together. she had become more to him. toula could sense his sadness, and so pushed no further. she understood what mattered: maegi was loved, long before the end of her days.
he spoke of Ma'at. and toula pondered more. yes, she would indeed ask her tutor for further wisdom. but in her heart she felt at ease to know she would do none of these things. naively, she believed in earnest the same of her father.
she looked upward at him with soft eyes. father, she started, curious, what was your favorite lesson you have ever been taught? her smile was soft, and as only a child might be permitted she settled nearer to him to learn her chin against the marble pillar of his leg.
these things she would know not to do someday, in the spirit of decorum, but for now she was still just a little girl who knew above all else that she loved her father and was happy to be near him.