Lion Head Mesa so intoxicated with the end

vague with mama thread rn! would still love if sanguinex wanted to join!

her grief was an all consuming thing. Toula loved fiercely, and came to discover that the insurmountable hurt she endured matched well all the great things of life. she was tempered only by the fact that this was not the end for her father. he would be reborn, he would again be something—someone!—great. she prayed to all of the Gods that she might be fortunate enough to know, and love him, again.
for her grief, Toula still was the pious Princess she had always been. it had been so very hard, to look outside of herself. Toula realized this when talking to Iset. how her mother must feel! her sisters!
(it seemed this early morning she did not recall the conversation between herself and the Shabti—blank spaces, now, that might return—or might not!)
the divine one thought to find them. speak with them. comfort them, and perhaps find comfort in them—but the people, these divine beings, had always mattered more to her than anything else!
the fellahin dressed the amiirad in black furs, appropriate for the time of mourning. though she was heartsick, much prayer and her devotions comforted her. today she would seek her sister, or perhaps the Hem or even her mother!—
she sees the man of Osiris. her heart rises in her throat, his visage somehow a comfort. on light steps does she move toward him, two attendants lingering at either side of her and one moving forth to announce her presence to Ingram.