Luneshale Pass lionhearted girl

Toula sought @Racharra, having found sone things for her along the way. she had ordered that the route they traversed to the Pass include the Lake; with her now were smooth and beautiful stones from its crystalline waters.
followed by fellahin, Toula paused and stood in the autumnal sun. she still fasted for Ma’at, and she tired quicker for it.

the nebet would not be too hard to find — the blossoming noble approached with a scamper before stopping at Toula's feet with a bow. she wondered for what she'd been called for, and the girl was eager to find out.

you called for me. less of a question and more of a statement, Racharra lifted her head to meet the Queen's gaze.

the little lady came to her, and Toula smiled broadly. gesturing to the fellahin, one brought to her something that carried the sands of Akashingo—but in them, the stones of the Lake. 
I have brought these for you. pieces of home. these stones I plucked myself from the Lake—and they suit the sands of Akashingo so beautifully, do they not? her eyes were bright. the Nebet belonged, and was dear to her heart. 
do you enjoy being a Nebet, my braveheart? she asked, with a wave of her tail. the riches, the gifts, the lifestyle of luxury! or perhaps she wished for something different—Toula stood, prepared to give her all that she wished. such was her love for her.

the sight of the stones glistened Racharra's golden eyes. they do. she mumbled, before glancing up to Toula. for me? she needed clarification, just to be sure. they'd look good next to the gems she imagined them, and her lips turned into a slight smile.

but the question afterwards made the nebet's brows furrow. of course, your Highness. baffled by such a question, Racharra blinked.

for you, she answered with a nod and a smile. as for the other answer, her smile broadened. good—I am glad,
as Nebet, I might someday give you dominion over your place of birth—if you wish, she speaks, and says, your mother wished to reclaim it. perhaps through you she can, someday—but it must be your own wish, too, and still answering to her Queen, still Akashingo at the heart of it—as surely as this summer palace would be! 
Toula swept nearer to her, then settled on her haunches primly. she lifted a foreleg and extended it outward some, to invite the grown girl into her embrace. but if you are happy and fulfilled here, we need speak no more of it. my own wish is for you to feel happy, 
and that was the Godshonest truth! in any event—should it be a want of the girls, it would take some time. but all good things always did.

the proposition befuddled the girl, and so she pondered on the Queen's words. the place of her birth — she repeated the phrase in her thoughts. she recalled the times when she was as tall as the blades of summer grass; the coolness of the den her mother had built that shielded her from a sun that she only knew in hindsight was far kinder to her then than now. 
the last of her few memories of the Lake was that of the clouded visage of a father she had not seen since infancy and the fleeting glance to a home she had to leave if she wished to reunite with her mother.

she accepted Toula's embrace, but held her tongue. just a moment. 

i'll consider it. though her memories of the Lake were mixed, Racharra thought of her mother. the Lake would be under Akashingo's protection, ensuring that whatever it was that occurred for her mother to have been exiled from her own pack would never occur again. so she hoped. if it is for her. but i'm happy here too.

Racharra—she had the heart of a giver, thinking not of herself then but of her mother. and what of you, and your own wants? she asked with her next breath after their embrace, and grants the girl whatever space or proximity she might wish. 
your mother had once wished it for herself. she still very well may, she considered that thought, though presumed she would not be unhappy if a daughter did in her stead. a woman such as she might even appreciate it—
but as it were, it was only an imagined thought then. all of it, to get to the heart of the girl she adored. I am happy you are here, too, she revealed in her gentle voice. the Gods knew that was true, too!

it was moments like these that the Queen's kindness gave Racharra much trouble. what did she want anyways? what future did she envision?

it was easier to respond as Racharra the dutiful nebet, than Racharra the girl with much to learn.
is it not enough to wish the best for mother? her words avoided giving an actual answer. but it was the only thing she could muster, as her rump hit the dusty desert sand and her lips gave a pout.

last from me here! I can make us a new one!

everything you wish is enough, Toula comforted, her expression softening further as the girl frowned. none of this needs to be decided here and now, in any event, my dear Nebet. think on it, she offered, moving to touch the girls forehead gently with her muzzle. 
yes—think on the way that any of her dreams might become a reality, with her own support. come, let us go and pray, she hummed gently, not ready to yet be out of the company of the young jewel.

alright! id love to!

if the Queen said so, it must be true — Racharra reasoned. the cub considered herself quite lucky to have Toula's favor on her side.
she gave a nod and followed closely in Her Highness' footsteps, a smile pressed her lips.