Sequoia Coast remembering the good ol' days

"it is easily seen. a path of sand rises from the water when the sea is low." ramesses was still fascinated with it all; he had twined himself into the workings of the salt-wolves even if he thought himself prince and god over them. it reminded pharaoh he had other hungers yet unsatisfied.
he shifted toward the woman, welcoming her closer. "if we are to reside in the same place, i should have your name," ramesses smirked with a lingering touch of his inscrutable ocean-stare.