Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

quiet, quiet please!

it was all that buzzed in the little texan's head as she watched what could only be described as royalty finally ascend. behind her the childish days of pampering, as toula steps into power once more. pharaoh, now. there is a deep-rooted sense of pride in tuna as she watches, kohl-blended eyes looking over the handicraft of her and the others.

yes, it was perfect; it was what she deserved, after all.

there is a chill, and yet there is silence. the ruler had been born, pure blood offered to the stars and silver moon. and when tuna looks upon toula again, she no longer sees the young maiden she once brushed strayed hair from -- she saw something more.

ethereal; crafted of gold and purity. she was the wife to the gods now, and ruler of her two kingdoms. soon she moves, grabbing her dedicated platter and coming to serve the guests when asked and even looked at. tonight, they would celebrate the newest holiday, the greatest thing to grace these lowlands.

toula was a phoenix, reborn.