Lion Head Mesa You leapt from crumbling bridges

Toula was endeared to the girl at once. she had such a warm way to her that Toula was drawn in, not a moth to dangerous flame but rather a lone traveler who needed the warmth of such. the compliment Toula smiled at, peering toward the fellahin who had seen to her grooming this day with gratitude present, and then back to the Beatrix, who was so very becoming herself!
you too are lovely, she breathes, it looks as though Khonsu Himself blessed you with the palette of the full moon! her charcoal-limned eyes fluttered at the revelation. Toula was at once covetous of her!
the story, Toula felt, was sweet—but she had no context that would make her saddened for the lady Beatrix, yet! which do you prefer? she asked with a small tilt of her head and a soft smile, before asking, is your home vilage very far?