Lion Head Mesa The almond and the apple

"tha right leads'ta pharoah's room. nawt'a'lott'a foot traffic there. smells ah little stagnant there, tew." she wonders of the ruling for the pharaoh before, the one that was buried and the one that left to study. tuna could not imagine perhaps the loneliness that toula feels while ruling by herself. perhaps the crowned prince and her court keeps her company, but not in the same light as her own blood.

"tha left, where yew can fan' miz toula in'er chamber." a small hum at the thought of their benevolent queen, one whom tuna adores immensely. "she likes tah be tended tew," tuna comes to say to eset kindly, "an' to be spoken wit' honestly. have yew spent much t'ahme wit'er?"