Lion Head Mesa You leapt from crumbling bridges

the words of @Senmut lingered in her mind. how she must build herself a court of ladies, her own retinue. she prayed to Iset and sang to Ra, hoping They might bless her with good fortune to find others such as this!
escorted by the Mazoi everywhere now, and trailed by the Fellahin, Toula took her morning walk after greeting Ra. and there she saw someone dancing nearby! Toula loved to dance, oh! she made her way toward the pale creature, still in her black furs of mourning. her fellahin wore smaller versions of it, more suited to their sizes.
finally close enough that they all could be heard, one of the fellahin stepped forward and introduced Toula: I introduce to you Muat-riya Isetnofret "Toula", Princess of the Red Serpent, and when they fell silent, Toula declared, what a lovely dance, just before! who are you, and where is it you come from? for the lovely pale stranger had captivated her at once! Toula had seen no others dance before, other than the Neb Sokha, and she delighted at the idea of another appreciating the art as she did.