Fairspell Meadow Just tryna find the right words to say

she was nervous as a hind before the teeth of a sandstorm. ramesses did not approach. such fearfulness was becoming only for a moment; he did not wish to influence her to stay in such a state. yet in his imperious demanding, he remained fixed upon her, intrigued by the very sound of her voice.
it had long been a while since he had a dancer or singer within his halls. not since the wedding, ramesses supposed, where satsu had moved with the grace of a slim reed.
"i am pharaoh of akashingo. do you see the mesa there?" he turned and motioned to the great tower of redrock which dominated the flatlands. "that is my palace."