Golden Glade kinpaku

his toy beasts.
ramesses enjoyed the sound of it, and the glint of his teeth shone in answer. was she teasing him? he did not sense judgement in her words, only perhaps the faint air of resignation that had clung to satsu from the beginning.
pharaoh wanted to ask her if she yet had a response to give him;
but chose not to sour their mood.
"i am exhausted in that regard, and so, am yours," he mocked, though with a good deal warmer a tone than he might have had thus far.
the scribe-aspirant straightened, ready to set his easy loose gait to whatever path the woman chose for them.