Lion Head Mesa Taken by the sky

ramesses' laughter was rich and swelling. he saw how she bowed, how she chose the dried flowers, easily flaked and crumbled.
pharaoh wondered if she saw herself in them. he plucked one of the dessicated violets from its perch and held it against her cheekbone, seeking serpentine her eyes.
"you are a fellahin of akashingo." the little bloom fell away from his lips. "there are beautiful gifts in your future as well."
a pause, and then ramesses was turning back to the blessed collection of lovely items. "go and bring the princess here. we will give her these things together, nazli."