Hideaway Strath khamsin

water. ramesses felt as through he had never tasted such before; every fiber of him cried out for it, a low ragged sound in his parched throat the only sound he gave as they spoke around him.
pharaoh was not yet prepared to return to himself. Amun pushed him to sit up, and then to rise, tucking trembling legs beneath himself as he stumbled a step forward.
the brindled beast and the snowdriven counterpart offered no threat. the heavy accent of the far smaller wolf who had joined them lifted his ears for a moment.
pharaoh. undignified. do you deserve your titles? Sekhmet chirruped. Osiris sighed. he has been pious. let him have a small measure or dignity. Isis formed her lips into a pout and agreed. 
the gods continued to sit at their perches in the sky, but ramesses' lapis gaze had fallen away from them. the faces of those who had come revealed themselves. a man with a curious cast to his broad face, a woman cut from the cloth of a general. and their feathered counterpart, her appearance so foreign to pharaoh that he could only gawk.
nothing more to say. as the euphoric feeling began to slip away, he would go where they directed, slowly becoming aware of his thin frame beneath his dirty pelt, slowly becoming aware of the position he had placed himself into.