Lion Head Mesa fah

he had come! and the fellahin was swift to announce him, and introduce her by name and all her epithets before scuttling away into the backdrop.
Toula's gaze was soft as she beheld him, warm and open and admiring of all the things she could plainly see. imagining, too, the stories behind the wounds he had come to bear. he looked every bit the fierce Mazoi that he had been titled as!
I know your father, she wanted to say at once! but then he might ask after her own, and—
they were their own people, were they not? perhaps it was best to not speak of fathers! and speak instead of themselves.
good morning, she answered in turn, and then asked of him, how are you settling into Akashingo, Mazoi? formal, and polite, as ever! in him, Toula dared to hope for a friend; the dignified romans and the egyptians had always been aligned in their history here (as far as she was aware!), and Toula hoped to continue to keep this pleasant peace.