Lion Head Mesa waking dream

Toula smiled, nodding to the words spoken—she enjoyed their ideas! she paused at Eset’s words, thinking for a moment, before saying, I shall wear the totem my father had given me—of protection, which bears the eye of Ra. upon me, though, the symbols of my namesake,
gently does she move toward the sands to crudely show them the ankh of Iset. she herself symbolized the throne… and she looked to the fellahin then and said, ask the traders you come across that visit for a scarab, and feathers the color of my eye. the scarab, to represent this transformation. this rebirth. and the feathers, like wings—that these princes and my people inspire me to fly to their side, to love and to protect them, in the ways that she could. 
their ideas, combined with her own—her smile grew wider! how brilliant you each are! tipping her head upward and laughing with joy to be among such creative minds! she loved them, these fellahin—her friends!