Lion Head Mesa twenty-fourth

so much had happened! it all threw her; what had occurred, that Khaba was disloyal?! the young Amiirad understood very little of it, but was soon distracted by the movement of her things, all expertly done. the young Amiirad marveled at new trinkets brought in, and took suddenly to her lessons with more passion, for her beloved sister. 
if she was to be Queen, then she would be a worthy one! 
and yet still, some things were lost on her. she still could not grasp the betrayal of the Mazoi; and now rumors where whispered of Nazli’s leaving! a betrayal to her own heart; did the lavender flower not care for her? 
was it all to be believed? 
Toula had been groomed and dressed by those that remained; still she kept dark furs upon her, time something of a construct as she mourned perhaps longer than the rest. when she might step upon the throne fully as Amiirad no more, she would allow more joy into her heart once more. in the wake of her fathers death, it seemed more than just him would see their end. 
her gemstone gaze was soft upon Senmut. she hated to admit she did not! but she sought, then, to emulate her greatly charismatic Father and her fierce mother. explain it all to me, so that there can be no doubt in this, with a honeyed smile. this expression was from her heart, for she did adore Senmut!