ramesses had just backed from his den when he was greeted by the feathermade creature who had come to see his first addled moments among them. her accent was heavy; ramesses struggled to understand. seti had brought many emissaries through his land. he did not think hers had been among them. "i was lost," he told her inquisitive small features in a simple monotone, though lazuli gaze flicked over her lilted beauty with interest, now that he could see it for the first time.
he turned his attentions to the fierce round she-wolf. his flesh recalled the touch of her breath. would she be angered that he had not answered her first?
but pharaoh's heart was hardened — he dipped his head in an obeisance he did not feel and straightened, dirt cascading from his shoulders. "Hathor has blessed you," the exile noted, though his lapis eyes adopted a deep glint. perhaps it would be better to see how nyra might respond.
feckless tongue, running ahead. "where i am from, we use slaves to do this work. i was raised above most, and i do not know how to speak to your people." direct. irascible. would she seek to thrust him down into the mussed start of work he had never done? ramesses found a new spark of intrigue.