Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

very well, ramesses thought to himself. Ra had received his honor. pharaoh turned to approach the other, moving so that they would not have to shout across the plateau.
having disregarded all markers in favor of the flames, his cool lapis gaze flicked quickly over the man who had spoken a language not recognised by ramesses. 
windswept; he smelled of sea and of himself. the stranger somehow felt ageless, like a heathen prophet who had suddenly sprung up to chastise a king.
the thought curved his lips. "i am not disturbed. Ra takes much in sacrifice." but that was something ramesses had expected. perhaps this man did not. "are you a wanderer or do you seek a home?" brazen.