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ash paw. Toula takes his warning, and nods slowly; considers. a mother to be! Toula would gift to her things of Tawaret, and then ask of these bear gods if the woman had the patience for it. that way, She could also gift to the woman something more close to their own pantheon.
I would still love to hear of Yours, Dreadfather—if They would permit your sharing, she looks around Them, her voice reverent.
but first They would speak of Osiris!
He is! she agrees with a delighted laugh at his observation. and it is as though I feel His eyes upon You now. perhaps He is with Us, she breathed, wind stirring at Their furs. Deathlord, Dreadfather calls Him; a name that would surely please Him, even if it did not encompass his other duties.
much of Death and Rebirth go hand in hand. a flood can destroy, but its waters carry with it seeds of life even as it wreaks its devastation. Death is benign, she hums, His hand is in it all because Death is renewal. do You see? Toula did not worry after such things, but rather embraced them—it was all one brilliant, beautiful cycle. Death would someday claim Her, and She would not be afraid.