Lion Head Mesa sons and daughters

Toula withheld a smile. she sensed her amusement might do more harm than good, and noted then how this near political way of thinking bled even into the minuet details of her life! but now, it was near second nature—and if it saved face for either cub, well, was it so terrible? 
she would guide them with a gentle hand, though as Racharra stepped back toward the sunlight she gestured for a fellahin to follow with an overhanging palm leaf to protect her from the heat even still. 
along the way, Toula thought to ask, tell me—what is both of your favorite things? to do, to eat, to see! what made these ones happy? in finding this, she might find for them a God that would suit their interests, and perhaps inspire the beginning of their faith. or, at the very least, introduce its relevance!