Lion Head Mesa you are my religion

no worries at alll!

there she was! and Toula beamed as the Hemet bowed, looking over the girl her sister had taken in. in this way, Melody was a piece of her. she wore the furs cocoa and hazelnut, and her eyes were an exotic shade that Toula was captivated by. so lovely, this priestess to be! it was no wonder Makono had taken her in.
a fellahin announced Toula and her many roles to the one standing with her then. they had not formally met, though the fault was neither of theirs! life in the palace had been busy, certainly for she herself as she stepped into her new role.
you are a treasure to me, Toula admits to the girl, for the Pharaoh herself has brought you into our fold. while she travels, it will be you that reminds me of her, she revealed, her tone taking a playful note. but there was truth to it!
drifting nearer to the Hemet, she speaks once more in her light voice: I had hoped that we two might pray together. to Khonsu, the God who looks after travelers, and much more; and to Isis, who I myself am strongly connected to, for her own deeds, and for Senmut's own words that connected the two more and more. would this be of appeal to the pretty one before her, she wondered?