Lion Head Mesa Atum

toula had with her several fellahin to help her in the task of acquiring items for the place of Iset's worship. for Iset, toula's devotion was such that she would scour the ends of the territory for Her. toula imagined she felt Her eyes as she sought things worthy of Her.
it was cold, but toula had been draped in fine white furs to further keep warm. the cold would not have bothered her so terribly regardless, given the furs that had grown for winter, but she could not refuse her fathers gifts—nor did she wish to! in truth, toula loved the finery, and the additional comforts they provided.
she shared what there was in excess with her own fellahin. they themselves looked more like handmaidens than slaves (though they, of their own volition, returned it to her when the day was done). the amiirad danced ahead of those gathered with her, humming a hymn. it was then a dark figure crossed her path; her heart leapt to her throat, overjoyed to think it her beloved @Jakoul for a moment. 
she knew nothing of secrecy, and so did not quiet her footsteps as she moved after him. she peered to one of her attendants who let out a quiet ahem, before announcing her—and toula smiled, still thinking it her favored mazoi, who would of course know her.