Hideaway Strath That perfect moment, the last tear you shed

ramesses had hardly settled with a round fat bouncing child had run up to him, nipping harshly at his paws. as pharaoh did not want to be seen drawing away from the assumed progeny of his leader, he pasted a facsimile of a smile to his regal features and allowed it to go on and on, including the puppyish barking that rattled his jawline.
and then the child was off again, plaguing another creature.
ramesses wanted very much to leave, but did not. instead his eyes fell with a sharp and lustful curiosity upon @Charles, who starkly resembled the coyotes with whom he had tangled in pleasure off the shores of yuelong. in what role was he? pharaoh wondered, lazuli curiousness deepening.