Lion Head Mesa Was-sceptre

she was carried over the sands by strong and able-bodied wolves who did not flinch (at least, not in her face!) to lift her and return her home. they were followed by their people, and her heart longed to see children fiercely before anything else. the familiar scents of home warmed her, and she imagined their faces awaiting them! 
but it was early when they arrived, before even the sun had risen. they would be asleep—Toula was warmed further of the thought of greeting Ra with them, a surprise! 
she was lowered to the earth, and there was her husband—Toula thought of all that he had done for her, and was moved. she reached forward to kiss him gently upon his lips, though she lingered for a moment—a promise wrapped in yearning singed her gaze when turquoise met gold. 
she turned to those watching, and waiting. rest, she willed, voice warm, there is much to come, but for now, let us thank Khonsu for our safe passage. be at ease, she encouraged. her eyes traced the faces of her people, searching for something among them. she did not know what. she wore a brave face, for she hoped to soothe her people—but she was unsettled! 
the Gods leaned ever closer. she could feel Their gaze.