Totoka River faience

his lazuli stare narrowed; ramesses would have snapped for the irritating creature again had not it soared away. panting, feeling the ice seem to coat the inside of his lungs, the pharaoh held himself back from rejecting the sea-woman's' soft suggestion.
a glance over her rounded shoulder into the whorling snow reminded ramesses he had few other choices. none, really. he must throw himself onto the mercy of she who had emerged from the storm, or wander into it himself — and be lost. her island. he wondered. "thank you. i accept," the man chose to say carefully. "perhaps i will stay until this cold wrath passes."