Ocean's Breath Plateau scarabs

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the fellahin remained a mystery to the prince. an intriguing one, to be sure, but a whole soul unseen. they had traveled together, broken their fasts together; perhaps the prince's vague gestures had been answered by this very man.

the brightgem eyes watched, albeit surreptitiously, as the man made his ablutions in the fresh sea. the well-formed body drew his eyes, the ripple of muscular shoulders which slipped to strong back and hips from which the erpa-ha pulled his gaze, but only just.

machiavelli immersed himself into the waters of moontide and was gone beneath its depths for a time almost alarming. viscerally stunning, his form broke from the salt and it was then that they saw one another, the scarlet priest upon the shoreline, the sodden fellahin in its grasp.

indeed, as senmut assumed that machiavelli meant to join him upon the glass-stone sands, he turned, and grasped a soft pelt of deerskin, handing it out to the man. for a moment their roles had shifted; this pleased the prince, and it shone in his eyes, this enjoyment. "you take well to the sea."