Luneshale Pass scarab

Toula could not help but drift nearer to her older sister. there was a comfort in her appearance alone. she looked so much like Makono, only... softer, somehow. there was something in their shared sister that only Makono could wield, and she had. Makono had burned bright, but too quickly was that light spent. 
it had been Toula to pick up the torch. Toula, and no other. a mother, surely dead; a father, seated now in the Field of Reeds; brothers, departed; sisters... oh! she could weep, that Ashikaga was here and alive before her. weep for joy! the Gods were good! but They brought with them another challenge for Toula to work through. 
but that was not for today. that was not for now. Makono had granted her so many moments that transcended title, and duty; Toula could put these things aside and do the same this moment. the world and its wants could not take this from them then. 
I am happy you are home, she spoke in earnest. and then, gently, she added, alright, if you promise you are not too tired—tell me all that you can think of! of this other kingdom, of its people—and of all the sights that you saw, that you think worth sharing!