Lion Head Mesa lapis

she was beautiful. Toula could recognize such the moment she walked into the room. furs of the soft fertile earth and eyes of the serpents cooling riverwater. Toula admired her openly, appreciating the beauty—taken in herself by it! 
it is I that should be thanking you! you may rise, she hummed, though as a God such things were often deemed… beneath her. Toula, however, did not believe such—her gratitude and her love were part of her own power. it was not wielded aimlessly, but intentionally—she would let her people know these feelings she had toward them! she adored the smallfolk. you are a boon to me. but not merely that. I wish for you to be happy, too, and she searched the gaze of the woman before her. tell me of your experiences—are you yourself a mother? Toula leaned a little closer, while another fellahin brought to them dried sweet meats to sample.