Wheeling Gull Isle but sleep won't set me free

there was only cool rain in his home, but pharaoh suspected that Tefnut would be pleased to find Her elementals here as well. someone who worshipped this horribly frigid place. another person who did so. ramesses marvelled dryly down at her, thinking not only of their empress but of the women he had met upon the shoreline. all married to the snow.
she did not rise and ramesses would not lower himself. and so he remained above the pale woman, staring openly at the details of her, and noting the curious graduation of the icebound twilight in her gaze. "so you are a farmer then?" fellahin, he would have said a world ago.
"what sort of plants would grow in a land that can be so unwelcoming?" pharaoh asked in the direct, demanding baritone that he did not bother to make less haughty. if she wished to lie languidly beneath his eyes, then he would look at the way her hips curved against the earth in a vaguely interested way.