Luneshale Pass just an appendage

as the Gods show us all, she dipped her head in pious humility; even she was guided by Them—Their sister, Their wife. 
guided by the future Jodai, Toula finds comfort in every step. she thinks of when they two first met—when the Lakewoman had only been interested in the faith. and now, look at her! building altars of her own for Akashingo, and finding her own independent comfort in Them. 
she is proud. so proud. and she knows each step of her friends is guided by the Gods—down to the first ones that brought the Mazoi to her that very same day. 
Toula could feel Their presence as well as Zaahira did. no altar, but then it was not yet needed. They were still present! all the same, I will help you build one, thinking the task of faith would bring them all the closer. that, and the Gods, she thought, would appreciate the sentiment and the sacrifices that would come to it in time. 
she thinks it is beautiful here. it shows in her warm and appreciative gaze—she can absolutely see why the Mazoi liked it here. all could be heard. they two would be heard above all, in this endless looking open expanse, as Toula prayed with her—saying the words with her own higher pitch weaving against her friends.