Golden Glade One summer day

the place where Ra touched the earth.
ramesses had become fond of the glowing place, humoured that it had been satsu whom had brought him forth.
the aroma of little killing things in the air, and that of a stranger.
the pale man lifted his chin, calling to the one as of yet unseen: "the saints, the archangels, they hunt these places. who is the brave young god who strays so close?"
mocking, interested; his tone hung in the air.