Lion Head Mesa flowers before men,

no matter who it is, I do not wish for things to change, she admitted openly to him. it is not that I do want my decisions questioned—if they are wrong, I always wish to know. but I feel as though we thrive, in the direction I and the Gods seek to lead us toward. and that perhaps if I were an equal to my husband, in title—there would always be that balance, Toula breathes. it was not ambition; she was content as Queen. but for her people, she would ascend higher still if it meant keeping to this way of life.
she has always been a mouthpiece of the divine, divine herself. it did not feel far fetched to want this, for Akashingo more than for herself. 
but she did not want it alone, not forever—
she, innocent still, was unaware as to what she has nearly walked in upon. gently she moves to pick a petal from his shoulders, letting it flutter to the earth at their feet. Toula relaxes before him, her trust in him implicit even as she recited her teachings within her head. but also, her mind goes back to the days she looked up at him as a little girl, her father with them!