Lion Head Mesa Man, know yourself… and you shalt know the gods

Toula was completing one of her daily lessons when a fellahin came to speak with her, requesting her presence—or, rather, that the Sphinx was. she felt glad of this—that she had not been a bore to him during their time singing to Ra,  and leaving things for Him. 
and she was eager to see him, she found! he was not an unpleasant man to be around. nodding to the fellahin, she sent word that she would come to him shortly. the lesson was at its end, after all, but she has been given homework! 
she emerges into the light of the day with her attendants and sees him. he looks finer than he ever has, she observes—his coat has a lovely sheen to it this day, and was that… sandalwood that she sensed? 
Toula finds herself smiling already. Sphinx, she greets, you look well this hour. Ra shines upon you, her tail swayed behind her. the Sesh Haizel had practiced placing flowers in the longer furs of her plume, but stillness was necessary to hold them perfectly in place. petals floated in her wake as she waited for him to speak, unable to look away!