Blackfeather Woods amulet

"he takes his purpose and he allows it to mold him." ramesses did not think he had been called young before. he had drawn up into stiff columns of gold-dust and alabaster, unsure if he should take offense or not.
but the other was too beautiful to find upset!
and so pharaoh relented. "my purpose is to seek pleasure. i dedicate my body to the gods."
a grin, and he was flickering away beneath the eerie branches.