Luneshale Pass --the overture--

it seemed They enjoyed her gift, and Toula was all too grateful for her own instinct. perhaps it was God speaking to God, a higher sort of stream of consciousness she had no cognizance of. 
the way the God played with the feather endeared Toula to Them. she cooed without knowing it, utterly enchanted. we have a Goddess in our company, Hem. all must know that Bastet is safe among us, and that our journey is Godsblessed. we must build Her an altar, all this in a soft voice. I think our Bastet might like many more of these feathers, would you not? she all but sang. 
her eyes turned to Akhtar. it is no surprise Bastet first would find one so holy. your own paths, aligning. perhaps you two together are meant to ensure the evil spirits sent to us all fail, her eyes were bright with the thought—but… what do you think? 
Toula moved to bring them all into the shade, for now. she did not know if Bastet would love the heat—nor Akhtar!