Lion Head Mesa immortality

drat—she had been too obvious in her look!
she opened her mouth to protest, but a look was all it took from her mother to quiet her. if this pleased her mother, she supposed she must accept it; toula felt warm, and grateful all the same.
and once the foxfurs were placed around her mothers shoulder, toula advised, it has been blessed with the Allseeing Eye of Ra, with a small smile. toula had traced the shape of it, @Akhtar had said the words and she after him. all that toula had learned to keep her family safe, she would employ. toula would keep her family safe in the ways that she could.
the question of her mother caused the young girl to blink softly. toula thought that she might, but did not wish to be wrong. strength, her mother asked. to have wisdom, she answered knowing the things that were required of her. the wisdom of many languages. the wisdom of knowing how to protect herself, with tooth and with poisoned thorn. to heal, too, with tongue and plant. to know the wisdom of stories, the warnings in them—most that she did not yet understand—but also the paths offered, too. to sing and dance well, as this too was something she could use... prayer, and devotion, too!
but toula, the ways in which she figured were all ways in which to provide joy. happiness to her mother, to her father, her sister.
she looked to her mother, curious to see if she was right.