Lion Head Mesa Hail, Pharaoh!

Toula had been busy in preparations of her upcoming coronation. in all but name, now, it seemed she was the one to rule Akashingo; after her talks with Senmut, there was much on her mind. after a long bath, and being groomed, Toula and her retinue went to pray; she headed towards the borders, dressed even still in the dark furs of mourning this chillier hour, to speak with Khonsu. 
now she must ask him to look after Makono! in her mouth were things to deliver from her own travels away—things she thought Khonsu might appreciate. for some time she sat and spoke with Him, and—feeling heard—she left with a weight lifted from her shoulders. 
but it was then she saw the figure of a stranger, with one of their Mazoi. she heard his speech, and it seemed the soldier was swift to defer to her, stepping back with a bow and settling behind her. 
she saw the gifts, and her eyes brightened with pleasure at the sight of them. before anything else was said, one of her fellahin announced her—providing her name and title to the man called Naberius. such gifts you bring! she commended after, eyes returning then to the handsome stranger. young though she was, it seemed overnight she had come to appreciate these things—though she has always been a lover of beauty. 
tell me of yourself, Naberius—and of the land of Sand and Sun! she requested; it sounded a place much like this, and so she did not think him a stranger of their ways. where had he fallen, upon their hierarchy? was he a lord? a prince? perhaps a Mazoi if none of those things—she sensed their strength in him!