Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

it was right. all of it—done to perfection! her heart grew and it grew, no coldness in her—Toula, starborn and destined for more without knowing it. raised in love, with careful guiding paws—those of mother, of father, of sister, of court and of fellahin. 
the storm that was coming broke as Toula looked upward, taking a singular step with a foreleg bedecked in the amulet of her father. one of protection! even in death did he gift her with this. 
the fellahin had finished with their beautification of her. they accentuated the things that already made her beautiful to them—and then, they added to her things to build upon that. she was their canvas brought to life, and this day was perhaps their best work yet. when Toula looked into the stillwaters that acted as a mirror, she had seen the image of her father looking back at her. another blink, and she saw herself,
and could foretell the greatness she would come to bring, as the first Pharaoh of Akashingo had. the thought made her float rather than walk to the place the invocations would occur, the air all the more warm and comfortable with each forward step that she took. with her own power, she would beat back any enmity toward her or her people—her confidence in this made the storm brought by Satsu wilt away from her person, unruffled, unafraid.
it was her throne, now. Makono had gone and had never returned—and Ashikaga had been gone for too long. but for them both, her beloved sisters, she would be sure that they would know greatness too. they were her family, and always would be. her protection would reach out over them, the shield of her love carried for each of them. 
her eyes found Rashepses. and if there were any doubt in the thing that she had decided upon, this power and their love, he burned it all away with a look that strengthened her. the words he spoke were met with a slow smile. he brought her back here, into this moment—and then it was the coolness of Senmut’s gaze she had found, love and love and more love present as he spoke, as he sang, as he made her who perhaps she was always meant to be, unbeknownst to them all, 
oh! she felt strong, and yes, she felt so very certain! she was ready, costumed as she was by Eset and her companions who she loved so much. her eyes found Zaahira, further finding strength in the very presence of her. indeed, in her heart was that love for her people, and her heart was fit to burst with the fullness of it all. for father, the sun; for mother, the stars; for her people, the planets that orbited—and let Satsu, the cold and barren and beautiful moon, feel this true, earnest love too! so warm that she was untouched by any chill. she banished it, looking skyward for only a moment. 
she felt imbued with power. her blood sang with it. and so it was easy, then, for Toula to then become what they had dressed her this very morning to become, transformed and transcended as she sang the hymns and thanked the Gods:
Pharaoh. 
and with a little trilling song, she called to the hawk gifted to her by Senmut so many moons ago—it flew in, brown with its youth, through the open ceiling, and landed upon her shoulder. her smile broadened, as she cast her gaze out to her people and her guests.