Lion Head Mesa now, feel

the flurry of movement from another draws her attention, and she rises to look in the direction of the spiderling. how very small they tried to make themselves look—Toula would not have it from her people, especially those that contributed so greatly. 
Mazoi, she greeted with warmth, those present with her stepping aside to grant the woman better visibility as she said, come, will you not join me this beautiful day?