Lion Head Mesa divide

the wind whispered of old things. old, but unforgotten. Khonsu brought forth another traveler—this one familiar. time had changed much between then and now. though some things never would—the monument still stood, and was ever tended to. though not an Amiirad any longer, as Pharaoh danced.
she had been just a girl when last she saw this one. no, not just—so much more than that even then, though never would she have imagined such. grief, she thought, might have sent this one away—
perhaps it had been grief that sent her own mother away? perhaps, perhaps, but…
Toula moved with her assembly toward her, changed in only presence and authority—but her heart remained ever the same. have you returned to visit her? she asks gently, knowing that while this was not the space her body existed it was a place the spirit could be communed with, in the space they had seen built.