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The young nebet leads her down the passageway to her room where Eset gathers the rest of the green-blue lapis gems into a little woven rucksack. The young lady’s exuberance is infectious and soon the fellahin herself is padding lightly down the halls with a bubbly step.

“Imagine what the Queen will do with your gift,” she bristles to the cub, “She could make a crown, or perhaps ornamental decoration for her throne? What do you think would be prettiest?”

She imagines royal regalia of gold and blue, a piece that demonstrates the divine link Toula holds between earth and the sphere of Gods. A headdress perhaps- something simple yet elegant to center the eye, enhancing the Queen’s own beauty.

When they arrive outside Queen @Toula’s throne, Eset lowers herself to Lady Racharra’s height once more. “Are you ready?” She asks in a hushed voice.