Lion Head Mesa immortality

@Treva i must always have a mom thread!

toula had a gift for her mother. in her youth, her father had gifted her mother beautiful white furs; toula, unaware of its meaning and loveliness both, had used it as a cub in playing games of pretty, pretty princess. though the fellahin did well to keep it clean, today toula had brought with her new precious and pale furs. she had tasked one of the fellahin many moons ago with this, and they had done well to bring her several.
her mother would have her pick! mink, fox, hare... each skinned (as perfectly as it could be done). toula was unsure if her mother had ever felt upset for toula's adoration of the white-furred thing, but the gracious girl would always seek to right her wrongs.
and beyond all of this, she wished to spend time with the woman she so adored! mother, she greeted softly, after her attendants announced her in their ceremony. toula smiled softly, eager to see her.