Two Eyes Cenote calling the scarlet sands

satsu raged;
her fury was eternal. her rage was tasted by the royal who watched his daughter step upon the dais beside the pretty rashepses, but his delight was dashed to a thousand pieces by the storm his heartlove gathered above the cenote.
his lapis eyes were sharp toward the shade of satsu, who grieved surely for her daughters. but they were not here! she had no love for toula, this much he knew; she did not share his pride in this acension.
but makono had been pharaoh! and ashikaga had never left her role as princess to seek more. his sons were gone. toula was the last chance for his legacy, for his blood, for that of seti.
and so as his love bore her anger against the skies themselves, ramesses was as a cloud, rising as mist through the open ceiling and into the heavens, where he imbued the stars exact with Ra's brilliance, and shone a silverglow down through the storm which satsu had whipped into a frenzy.
his blood.
his lineage.
his glory.