Luneshale Pass --the overture--

the Queen could have died, at how darling this little thing was! and she felt chosen, too, as They made Their way toward her! she might have cried as They flopped to the earth before her—she gasped with her delight! 
and her eyes turned to Akhtar, smiling as he agreed, listening to his own ideas eagerly. his word, now more than ever, legitimized by the approval and company of Bastet.
please do, she urged happily, still smiling. Bastet and Akhtar combined had put her in the best of moods! I will see what foods might delight our Bastet, she starts, deliver to all that we have a God amongst us—and that They are our guest. perhaps you might like to lead a welcoming ceremony? her eyes were bright, but the words were only a suggestion—should he not wish to, she would not push! it only felt that this all was special, was meant, and she wanted to thank the Gods!