Lion Head Mesa should have worshipped her sooner

toula nodded, her smile soft. she followed after him, watching their path with quiet reverence. her gaze, too, lingered upon the valley of queens.
his question was answered with a whisper-quiet, I have, her head bowing low to pay her respects to who once was Queen long ago. when that fateful day came that her own mother might come to pass...
she could not think it!
but she knew where she would go. it was a comfort, at least.
the first wife of her father was the mother of her eldest sisters, and brother. toula had great love in her heart for this woman, who did not feel like a stranger to her despite having never met her. @Makono and the rest would see the gifts she oft left. for the departed Queen had given toula one of the most precious gift of all.
it would not be fair nor kind to admit it, but toula loved her elder sister most of all... perhaps alongside her brother, when it came to her siblings. perhaps Makono knew it, though.
a thought came to her. mortality was not something she herself lingered upon. young as she was, toula still had a great respect for death; it was not something she feared.
for now she let the thought pass. she instead looked to the priest, wondering, do you know what she was like?