Firefly Glen Here where once was found.

there was plenty of pomp to their own arrival, singers blessing the paths they stepped upon as the Mazoi stood guard. even above the din did she hear her children sweetly conspire, but Toula only smiled. for she heard in Khaemwaset his adoration, and in Neith her excitement—why should she not watch, if that was her wish? if all went their way, then this would not be the last event of its like…
something to contemplate another time, with her husband! perhaps she had not impressed upon her daughters the importance of their part—the hunt was a thing of blood and glory, truly a spectacle to witness. and yet this event, where the women would be was significant—it spoke to the people, their culture—and some of what it valued. and the words of women were rich, and could grant much wisdom. both things, Toula hoped to see and hear. 
moonwoman. matchmaker. it would be good, to build a relationship here—and it helped she quite enjoyed all that she had heard and experienced with her people so far. with her husband to Rodyn did Toula move, smile sweet and earnest as she moved with lightfooted grace.