Ocean's Breath Plateau sun-worshipper

"why would i be afraid?" ramesses retorted in a low tone of irritation. this man was disturbing his worship, this sea-tossed. undoubtedly salt-caked peasant. why did everyone here rely upon their tongues first and minds second? "this is how Ra shows His glory," pharaoh explained, as if to a child.
"He shows Himself in such forms as these." fire flickering in a reverent reflection on the surface of his lapis-dark irises. ramesses looked again at the stranger. "why are you afraid?"