Shy Deer Steppes the silent shouter on the hill

Akashingo’s Amiirad was quiet and considering as she, accompanied by guards, drifted near the borders to search for a place to build an altar to Khonsu. the traveling God had brought to her many a traveler, for which she was most grateful for! prayers did not feel enough; something must be built for Him! 
her attendants were also with her, and each of them—herself included—were dressed in dark furs. Toula, typically pristine, was not so perfectly done today after her mourning; but she wore the darkened fur near her tear ducts proudly. it would not stain, though, as her attendants would groom her to be certain of that. 
before Toula had found the perfect place, she saw a familiar face; gasping, Toula greeted brightly: Khonsu bless you! and, well, He already had, had he not? here he was, alive and well. Toula peered to one of her attendants, asking gently, could you make a spread for our guest…? hoping that she might entice this one nearer to her again—hopefully for a little while longer this day! 
Toula looked back to him and beckoned, please, join me for the hour, would you? in gentle invitation.