Lion Head Mesa should have worshipped her sooner

senmut spoke, and toula was quiet as she drew to his side. in his mind, he shared her vision. yes, she agreed heartily, nodding emphatically. the cold air bit at her, but she had not the chance to even shiver before her attendants brought to her the pale fur cloak of some animal. it was placed gently over her shoulders, and toula peered to them and gently asked, would you bring one for our Hem? and yourselves! we will be a while, I cannot have you be uncomfortable,
and at this, she threw them one of her fathers commanding gazes that arrested any argument. the servants, knowing toula's way, had prepared many furs in the event of this—and while none were as fine as hers, toula was happy to know that those with her were as comfortable as she.
once the attendant who had retrieved these items rejoined the pair, toula quietly insisted the Hem take a cloak for himself. I think that is a wonderful idea! and that it is alongside the serpent is so fitting, she commended the Hem for his way of thinking. shall we go there? toula had it in her minds eye, his vision—she could scarcely wait to see it truly with her own eyes!