Two Rivers Isle natron

ramesses listened to satsu, for once, listened to her words spell tale of what she had lost. she flattered him; he straightened more proudly beneath the narrow silver of her tongue, and heard the lament;
beside that which he assumed to be a silent plea for him to step forward, to offer guidance.
pharaoh did not know the most apt thing to say, but it did not matter. she saw the truth of him beneath the teasing smirk, and now he put a more pensive look upon her winnowed shoulders.
"you could dance for me," the exile invited, though his expression was not crass, a first to be sure. "take your wit and your power and discover both far from here."
something forming and taking power in his mind.
"there is talk of war. suppose ... kyn-dono makes of you a fighter instead. will you shed blood for the grandmaster?" 
harsh, the hook of his lazuli eyes, testing.