Two Eyes Cenote i am woman,

The days since were very long with the fragrances and voices in their court changing constantly. There was an uneasiness that was never permitted to develop into anything more. She’d found a way to compartmentalize in the care shown to her by Pharaoh. Each of their meetings were charged with a sense of exactness and the fellahin felt through the murk of mental wanderings, a destination. It was enough to remind herself that Muat-Riya was a beginning, and she’d wanted this. She still could want this.

Toula speaks with all the charm and ebullience, the eager openness the fellahin had come to recognize was her character and not simply youth. The interval of Eset placing the final quill and Toula turning to face her was a moment she would return to repeatedly.

“You honor me, divine one,” she drops her head quickly, profoundly quiet.

“You have given me purpose- a life I could have not imagined. I am honored to accept this role, if it is your belief I am fit for it.”