Lion Head Mesa magnetic

there was a tension in the air, the feeling new and strange to toula; in seeking to understand it, her gaze shifted from brother to her mother with wonder. the ever-smiling toula watched the woman she so adored, noting the absence of all things upon the soon-to-be queen. toula could not read her, and still too young to understand courtly intrigue she could only know that she thought her mother was so very lovely. toula wished to be as lovely as her, and so adopted the same expression, as though they two could be carved from the same stone. the light that joy and wonder brought in her own gaze was impossible to snuff out, however, and so was the love as her eyes now fell upon her father the pharaoh. 
his words could now be understood, but there was several things that toula was only just beginning to understand the meaning of. it was a serious moment, though. and her features shifted again, adopting some of her fathers own dignified mien as she turned her gaze to the one that awaited, and then received, judgment.
and once it was all done with, she looked to her father once more. here, she did not think to question him… but it was clear there were several on the tip of her tongue, just as each took form in her own mind.