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

he said the right things, kind things. she thought that perhaps he might make a good King, if he was willing to uphold their ways. but what if he was not, and he became Pharaoh! not only him, but Senmut, or Harakhate, or—
she would need to speak with the Gods. she did not know what it was within her that reared it’s head, but she took another sip of the wine to swallow it down. 
now was not the time to think these things, and she would not let herself be distracted by politics. not this hour of all hours!
still, she could not help but ask of him, in the line of his own words, is it your wish to rear your children in that same way? and for the first time, Toula imagined what life might be like as a true mother—and what she would want for her children! 
once the future felt so far away, but as of late it felt as though it was the very thing standing directly across from her. she was distinctly aware she very well could be looking it in the face now, here with Thutmose. at the very least he was her present, and she happily chose to linger in that moment with him.