Totoka River faience

ramesses let out his breath into the whirling snow, worry blooming in his again to its form and to watch it disappear. the woman had begun to speak, and the exiled heard something in it. their attention was split by the small dancing form; it earned a hard look from ramesses, and then he disregarded the dodging shabti for the small figure.
was he okay? all right? he felt as if the cold were beginning to rob him of all sense. "for now i have breath, but if i remain here, i shall not." deepened voice cut through the snowfall, and ramesses considered that she wore the perfume of salt.