Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

My sister has a dog named Ramesses. <3

He was patient, and Brook recognized this on some subconscious level. Again, the slightest bit of ease made its way to her. It was not the same ease as she had with Aditya, but perhaps it could be with time and understanding. Brook was still felt a novice in the ways of the world, still learning for herself how it all worked and meshed.

He called himself Pharaoh. A pretty name, one she would have thought for a girl like herself. It was soft and sweet, and perhaps that meant that he was soft and sweet, too.

It is n-not fear, she said, her stutter apparent. What it was, she couldn’t say. Maybe it was fear. Maybe it was lies that she spoke. But she wanted to appear strong. Appear normal.