Meadowlark Prairie have a little priest

if he was interested before, ramesses felt himself sharpen into a golden spearpoint of focused fascination at the words of the other. for a long while he did not speak.
"i am Ramesses of the Red Sand, Beloved of Amun, He Who Opens the Mountain." his lapis gaze leveled upon the other he knew would know him to be a godhead and worthy of the high nature of a priest.
"how have you come to be here, hem ahktar?"