Lion Head Mesa i am not a woman, i'm a god

her gaze flew to her father. her newest title bestowed caused her gemstone gaze to sparkle, and her heart sang in tandem with her voice, each word strong and certain: please rise, Hem, her voice warm, while searching for gifts for Iset, Her Sister, Nephthys, made Herself known to me. she has shared how lands beyond here... they are without faith, and this wounded her, but perhaps she could change this in the ways that she could.
we spoke of Akashingo. I offered to build for Her an altar, as we have for her Sister... and... she drew in a breath, She and Iset will both arrive here by the next full moon. Iset will appear to us, white as the winter snow that covers the lands outside,
a time that perhaps aligned with their celebrations! the Gods, Omniscient as They were, must be aware of their mortal plans! a celebration, her first to be hosted!, that the Gods themselves would surely attend!
she looked to the Hem, an expert in this path. does this have meaning, Hem? she started, hoping that it boded well for her father, the Pharaoh, and her mother, the Shabti!
surely her family was blessed! oh, she had prayed and prayed for such!