Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

soured now, the honeywine he had offered. brook was a more nervous creature than he had first thought. pharaoh placed distance between them and hid a sigh. what he would not do for the coyotes who had played the harlot on the mainland outside of yuelong! the flesh desirous, but ramesses knew it would not do to make the daughter of the prophet feel any negative way toward him.
she was unused to being from the side of her father; it would make his seduction of her only an attempt, rather than something assured.
he ran tonguetip along the outside of his jaw, glanced off toward the sea. "will you let me accompany you to aditya, brook?" he inquired softly, knowing to whose side she wished to return. "i will plague you no more with my singing," a self-indulgent laugh.