Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

a blessed canine indeed <3

not fear? "in my country we say a hot wind has hold of your tongue," pharaoh teased, hoping to provoke a blush. but then again, he thought it best if his words did not strike so well. brook still seemed a mere second from leaping into the air like an antelope and careering off across the deceptive land of the plateau, swallowed in moments.
he did not want that to happen, and so he thought more piously. the regal countenance followed suit. "your father has told me of your god, Hari. and i have told him of mine, Amun."
here the man paused, wanting to see if this struck any sort of lyre-string within the girl. white teeth suddenly flashed in a grin. "but in my country, you would serve a sun god in other ways. a dancer, perhaps."