Wheeling Gull Isle lana i loko o ke kai sapira,

the man fishing the waters was not entirely one of their own. there was enough wildness to him that ramesses saw why he had been given entry.
and yet it would not have been his decision.
nostrils flared. he watched the odd colors of the man blur before his eyes; pharaoh descended imperiously, flicking his eyes over the icewater pools that somehow still held the reek of fish.
"you are new to us."
his posture demanded obedience. with his promotion had ramesses gained a new emphasis to his arrogant mien, and jaws were smoothed with tongue while a pointed look leveled itself upon the cur.