Lion Head Mesa i am not a woman, i'm a god

that she was blessed! toula could scarcely believe her ears. part of her knew it; she supposed she had always felt the presence of Iset, whom she was now also named for. but to speak for Them! it was an honor, and she turned now to look to her mother and father with delight. for approval.
she was still their little girl! their thoughts, their love, had built her. brought this blessing. her gratitude was bright within her eyes as she looked back to the Hem.
this one? she asked, and sang for him, note for note, a song he had sang for Her long ago. it had been one she sang for Iset at the temple built, one she knew by heart. in this song was her heart, and her adoration for Iset—and the sound continued, echoing through the halls, even once she was done.
had she done well? was this the song that he had meant?