Wheeling Gull Isle lana i loko o ke kai sapira,

the other could not hear and did not speak. ramesses could have no more sport here, and yet he passed his wandering gaze over the other again and again before dragging it in the direction of the sea. the ugly, roiling sea. he supposed it had become less so during his stay here, or perhaps he had only grown acquainted with it. 
foolish, foolish waters. across them hatshepsuun. he lifted his head, stared distantly off toward the unseen land with a hard air. he had forgotten the ushabti; he thought only of all the things that he had lost, and those he had not yet gained.
ramesses rose. he stared down his muzzle at the beast, wanting cruelly to antagonize him again, but swiftly understanding that this would be a loss.
"do not insult the empress," he said sourly, backing some steps though he knew no recognition would come.