Lion Head Mesa adore you

toula loved makono as she did her mother and father. that makono was not her sister fully had not ever been explained in a way for toula to ever understand it, and it would have surely fallen on deaf ears should one ever try to do so now. that makono was not a part of her in any way was an impossibility, in her heart and in all ways that mattered to her.
a full-throated laugh came from her, not an unfamiliar sound within these halls. even for all of her trainings, when toula was truly amused and happy she could hide from none the greatness of her joy. none had yet to dim her light in this area... and in truth, all seemed to respect and shelter her light so that it might always remain.
toula was unaware of this, too.
she leaned into makono, breathing in the many smells. oh! she had so many questions! but first! I have a gift for you, sister—I was preparing it, all while you were away! here toula withdrew, looking to her sister with a soft, nervous smile as she worried makono might not love it as she hoped she would. would you like to see it? she asked, ears pressing slightly forward.