Lion Head Mesa cartouche

ramesses scoffed. "you yourself blurted out we would return — ah, not me, but you. appointing yourself emissary before i was able to speak for us." but in his chastisement was teasing; he too felt the feeling of being rather unchained from the rest of the world.
but it was not pragmatic to remain in that world. 
"i will go to see what stirs in the canyon, satsu," pharaoh assured, shifting his weight to one hip with a polished expression. it smoothed to serious planes, and he looked at her with the cool objectivity of a courtier who had spent time upon the field of battle.
"they will not move to war without us. i believe that this — reconciliation — is only for us to return as foot-soldiers." ramesses' expression became more severe. "if you would care to escape that fate, then we must present them with findings that will interest their tastes."
he smiled.
"you must learn another sort of dance now, not the one you have known. or the one i suggested." lazuli eyes held her own as long as satsu might permit, but ramesses did not intend to cast aside his gaze first. "the steps of a royal court, for that is what kynareth and nyra think themselves to be: gods."